Return from the Moon

The Moon tug turned out to be a well kept bit of kit with terribly nice Croatian chaps as her crew. Despite being 21 years old and having argueably ‘frugal’ owners she was cared for and in full working order. It’s refreshing to see because it’s not as common as you may like to think. There’s nowt so tight as a ship owner, especially one with even less scruples than Mister McMiser, winner of last year’s Miser World Championships and a penchant for operating his vessels in West African waters. That however is a story for another time.

Tug inspected, report made, certificate issued (well actually, I don’t issue the certificate, the lovely lady in the office does that bit and usually a few days after the report) it was time to return to Blighty via Malta’s only airport and the Flag carrier, Air Malta.

Just a quick, honest bit of a advice here. If you have a choice of carrier out of the place don’t use the airline just mentioned. Not only are they singularly un-inspiring in their onboard service but they have no concept at all, in any way, as to how to treat their punters who are waiting for their flight in the departure gates. The plane will be on the apron being ‘serviced’ (at a snail like pace, the boarding time will come with no action or announcements, the ground staff’s sloth like indifference to the the punter’s increasing anxiety increase exponetially as will the their leaning angle on the enquires desk. The boarding time will be half an hour ago and still they lean and offer no updates or expected boarding times or any concilliatry soothings. Finally an hour after the due ‘push back time’  they announce (rather too breezily I thought) that’s it time to go and could we hurry up please because they’re behind schedule due to the late arrival of the inbound flight (No it wasn’t!!). Now Ryanair and the like may be a bit cheap and cherful but they do leave on time and can turn a plane around in 20 minutes. This mainly because the flight attendants do the servicing. Said attendants on the ‘proper’ airlines are far too up themselves to deign to actually clean anything and have to rely on contractors to do it. This is probably a hangover from the good old days when flight staff were called ‘Stewardesses’, when they were extremely presentable attractive things who could speak 5 languages, charm the angst out of the most irate of passengers (then again, the passengers weren’t scum is those times, sigh) and had accents that were cultured and easy on the ear. Compare that with the hideous, lazy, oafish, mono-ligual dimwitted lard arses that waddle up and down the aisles throwing cellophane wrapped ham rolls at the unfortunate punters on most of Europe’s Flag carriers these days. At least Ryanair and similar make no pretence about it. BA et al, take note and learn!!

Skeet on saturday at Sheppey. An abysmal, but pretty standard for me, 90/100. Conditions were as good as could be expected for October. The High house on layout 1 is nearly finished, the original one fell down  a month or so ago. Once done it’ll host Olympic Skeet again. The other three layouts are for English Skeet, with one of them doubling up for Sportrap. Sportrap, is, in my oh so very humble opinion, a bit naff. It tittilates dedicated Skeet shooters but for those of us that have shoot sporting regularly, it doesn’t.

Home from Sheppey to see the Rugby and an unexpected England victory over Oz. That followed later in the day by an even more unexpected French victory over the sanctimonious Kiwis. A splendid day indeed.

Sunday, Sporting at Sturry and the weather’s gorgeous. I always shoot a lot better (honestly) when it’s blowing a hooly and weeing down, today was no exception. A sad 62/100 but a good morning of fun. Plenty of faces I hadn’t seen for a while, that makes it worth it. The (three) ‘have a go stands’ were VERY popular, long queues at each. Let’s hope it recruits more young ones to the cause, the sport needs it. The problem is of course (apart from the cost) that it’s dominated by very ‘anal’ people and their pious and frankly boorish domination at some gounds/clubs also needs to be addressed to encourage more folk in. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!! Time will tell.

 

Drunky Nunky is still on schedule for a 10 day dry period, he’s doing quite well so far. Tomorrow will the acid test. Collect pension, shop for essentials, visit offy, drink 2 litres voddy. Lets hope he leaves the last item in the list, off?? I hope so.

The 0627 to Cannon Street tomorrow (sigh), I’m hoping for a week in th office and no last minute dashes to foreign climes. The collapse of the jack-up barge in Milford Haven on saturday (one man killed) will have the industry tongues wagging (quite rightly). My firm will likely be involved in the investigation so it’ll be interesting to find out what happened down there in Wales. Watch this space.

About allatsea

Sixty year old master-mariner. Absolutely gorgeous. Well wedged.....when compared to a Nairobi street urchin. Sorted, in that I haven't been in court recently. Hopelessly optimistic, terminally disappointed. Good with cats and other fluffy things. No musical talent. Generous to a fault provided it's someone else's round. Political centreist with far right and left viewpoints. A green activist from the hydrocarbon position with nuclear leanings. Averse to avarice but always happy to receive lottery wins, gifts, windfalls, legacies, prizes and wet sloppy kisses.
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