Enough Said !!!
They think it’s all over – it is now!
That was it, my last 10k run in the forest for the summer – next time I get in there, it will be mud brown instead of summer green, maybe even a blanket of snow on the ground – who knows? Tomorrow I fly back to Rio de Janeiro and then start the month-long up hill sail to Florida. I am of course immensely proud of myself for needing a dump on the way round. Maybe I could have held it for that last 3k, maybe not but when I return there will be no camouflage for me to squat out of sight so I thought I better make the most of it while it was still there.
I just had a quick week in the UK as my last bit of freedom before the prison cell that is a sailing yacht – a sweet blast around Cannock Chase yesterday with Rue and Steve-o (or as we will call him from this point on ‘Snail Steve’), caught up with as many people as I could before hitting the ferry back yesterday evening.
I have also taken the opportunity to stock up on Tripel Hop. When I return, it will have been long gone from the supermarket shelves, I am guessing by mid October, this years brew will be no more and it will be March before the new batch is ready. There are currently 3 crates nestling in the utility room along with a 4 pack of blonde bush. While we are on the topic of Belgian Beer – what do you get if you mix several Belgian beers with a Steve-o?
Interview with a Vampire – this minute long video is available for a limited period of time in the video section (exactly where you might expect to find it). Sadly cut short by lack of memory in my iPhone – I wont make that mistake again. I have just found myself thinking……..when I die, how much Belgian beer will I have drunk? Not enough I suspect.
The T-shirt competition is coming along – although by now, it should have been closed and moved on to stage two. I am officially giving a time extension to the following people:-
Neal Westwood, Mush George, Verity McCoy, Lexa Timothy, Amy Horne
It’s not too late to get your entry in.
Getting back to Blighty, I also paid a visit to the Battle of Britain memorial just up the road from Dover. I was a bit of an eye opener to see a sign requesting people NOT to climb on the Memorial Wall – who would do that FFS? I took some photos and noticed something – you might think it obvious but it took a moment to dawn on me. At the end of the wall, there is half a column of free space, there are also some names out of alphabetical order. I realised these were a couple of Churchill’s Few who had died most recently, I am assuming that the remainder of the spare column is reserved for those that are still alive. I have created a small photo album for ‘Churchill’s Few’ – stop by and have a look. Check your history books too – so early on in that conflict, the Battle of Britain took place – the Nazi machine stopped in its tracks at the shores of Britain by a bunch of youngsters!
We also have a new subscriber to swell the ranks – everyone please welcome Shazza Evans to the party – I make that 32 now.
Most probably the longest title I have ever used, and that statement reminds me of the great Eddie Vedder introducing his song ‘Elderly woman behind the counter in a small town’. Not that I am comparing my greatness to Mr Vedder but I am curious as to why, in the last 3 days I have had 79 hits form Cyprus to my humble site.
Also had some from Canada and the States too.
So how is Italy? Something of a cluster fuck if I am honest. The Italian mentality is to flatly deny anything is wrong, and when it is wrong, if you delay long enough – maybe, just maybe the problem will go away on its own. Now, call me stupid but I have never had a problem go away on its own. To make matters worse, the boat is italian built so has a shit load of problems. On top of that, the guy I took over from really hasn’t done much at all, documented even less and I honestly think that he doesn’t intend to return either – he was very keen to leave me his gate pass when he left.
But lets not dwell on that – on Saturday I took Dion the first officer out for a cycle ride. It was one of those rides where your legs are cramping on the way back and every little hill feels like a mountain. 46 miles and over 8000 feet of climbing later, we got back to the boat. I say we, I mean I got back here first, had a shower and a coffee, got a little concerned that Dion wasn’t back and headed out to find him. Thankfully, all was well. Genoa to Portofino return in just over 4 hours and 17 minutes
So what next – now I have just 4 working weeks left until I break for christmas, Friday 20th December I will jump in my car and head back to Brussels, a short stop for xbox, belgian beer and a run in the woods before I hot foot it to Florida for some winter sunshine courtesy of Virgin Airlines and then head back to Belgium for a week more of xbox, beer and running.
What I am really holding out for – is the end of January when I get February and March off with pay………..and that saddens me. There used to be a time where I lived and breathed responsibility of keeping a boat alive but now I feel that is slipping and I may be turning into an also ran.
I don’t want to be an also ran