Catch up

It’s because I was guided by that old maxim ‘best to say nothing and let people think I’m an idiot rather than open my mouth and confirming it’. It’s good advice, pity about 90% of the population don’t heed it.

What news then?

Well work’s going mental and yours truly and his co mucker-colleagues-shipmates-mutual admiration society members think we need a bit more support on the resources front. It would be fine if everything came along in a steady stream (of course) but it doesn’t. It’s either tsunami or millpond and frankly it’s becoming a bit of as pain in the bum some days. Gnash gnash

The chickens have gone to a new home in North Wales. Six little chucks they may have been but the allatsea household wasn’t very good at the poultry keeping malarkey and it started to become a bit of a stress point. A friend from work is also a small holder and he offered to rehouse them. They went off in style in a very posh Toyota off-roader two weeks ago and no doubt are much happier in their rural acreage. Hope so anyway.

The snow earlier in the month was no match for the winter tyres on the red car and the commute to work, even at the height of the deluge (ahem-don’t forget I’m a suvvener), posed no problems at all. Je suis a jolly happy chap and would recommend them to all. Last year I couldn’t get the jamjar out of the road we live in without sliding and kerb-slamming all the way. It put the willies up me for sure, hence the choice of winter shoes this year. Pity they cost £650 but there you go.

All the mogs seem well, eating us out of house home and cash reserves faster than a Greek bailout deal but cute all the same. The big huge thing that arrived at Xmas has turned out to be a 15kg wuss of wusses. A paradox without doubt because at first glance he looks more like a death dealing Puma rather than cuddle addicted wussypuss. The problem is that when I think of how much meat he eats and then covert the tins and pouches into whole cows (as an academic exercise ) it kind of makes a mockery of the statement ‘I’m an animal lover’. How does a chap deal with this conundrum? Answers by email please. Soon as you like.

The author of this very fine blog has been an enthusiastic though hamfisted and tone deaf guitar abuser (player) for the last 14 years. In all of that time he hasn’t done two pretty common things that axe maulers generally like to do most of the time, namely stand up while playing and to play within a group or band. A fortnight ago that virginity was lost at a works band rehearsal. It was enjoyable (for me not sure about the others) but it was all the evidence I needed that I really REALLY REALLY haven’t got a clue. I was more pooh than a pooh thing that’s really shite.
Anyone want to buy 3 electric guitars, 1 electric bass, 5 acoustic guitars (two of which high end handmade affairs), 4 amplifiers, speaker cabinets, mixing desks, effects pedals, recording hardware, microphones, stands, assorted leads and tuners and a tattered dream?? Drop me a line.

The straight shaving is going pretty well. On most days not too much body tissue damage occurs and very often most of the beard gets removed. Today was a bit of a step back. A bit of a reminder today though that chaps in general and allatsea in particular cannot multitask. Shaving neck with a super sharp 1930 vintage Ford and Medley masterpiece when memsahib asked a simple question (through a closed bathroom door) and I tried to answer while negotiating the adams apple region. Ouch, bit of blood, a curse and then the realisation that it wouldn’t take very much to cut through that part of the body and do some very annoying damage to yourself. I’ll be much more careful tomorrow, or, possibly, go back to using an electric rotary. Not cool at all but a damned lot safer.

Cool??? Where did that come from? Apologies folks, apologies.

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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