Tis the summer

The results came back, eventually, and all OK. So, to the lord saviour of ex mariners, thank you Sir, thank you.
July! July???? Crikey where’s the year gone to? It’s zooming, yes zooming by despite all efforts of current employment to make each and every day feel like a very, very long month of wet Sundays. It’ll soon be September and September will bring the arrival of Bro and missus Bro (partner’s more apt than missus but the latter just seems to trip off the tongue) from Oz. Excitement in the towers now knows no bounds. We’re a quiver with expectation and similar. It’s really rather lovely to feel this way. Like being six again with only a week to Christmas. Aaah memories. Mum slaving over a hot stove/oven thing, baking all the treats and stuff, bro and I making sure the chimney and fireplace were all ready for Santa to get in and dad falling through the door having come back from the pub, arseholed. Deep joy.
One of the problems of working on the quieter night shifts in the lure of the shopping possibilities on the tinterweb thing. Fatal sometimes. Latest NNBSLAGIATT acquisition (not needed but seemed like a good idea at the time) is a Hart Steel straight razor, all the way from California. An ‘artisan’ made 6/8inch, 1/4 ground, polished roundpoint, jimped but no other fancy bits, with walnut scales. The reviews describe them as ‘well made but utilitarian’. Expensive at $320 with shipping but I like the scarcity of the brand and the description. Much better than ‘crap but well bling-ed’. Hopefully anyway. Besides everyone’s got a Dovo and a Thiers…..haven’t they?
All well at the towers last time I looked. Apart from the excitement caused by bro’s impending arrival, a general air of contentment and well-being seems to have descended on the place and it’s very nice and very welcome. Again, thanks to the lord of mariners. I’m sure he/she’s thereabouts. Honest your honour. How else could all this have happened? I certainly don’t deserve it but, thinking about it, memsahib does. So all’s well that ends well I suppose?
Watched the boss of G4S getting a grilling at the House of Commons today. All good stuff and worth a watch. He certainly seemed to have needed a good earbashing but it doesn’t sit well with me that it’s MPs dishing all the self-righteous sanctimonious tosh. They are the last peeps in the world to sit in a chair and accept responsibility for wrongdoing and ineptitude. Talk about the pot calling the kettle black!! Jesus H Christ chaps, get a grip, get a grip. People in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones. Be so guided.

Night night.

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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3 Responses to Tis the summer

  1. bucaneer says:

    Hi – good news on the medical side – do say only the good die young – hence me being the original ancient mariner. agree wholeheartedly with your viewpoint on the sanctiminious gits who have achieved naff all apart from bankrupting the country – no mean feat -sitting in judgment on others.
    Hope your bro has a sense of humour in respect to our English summer.

  2. Jim says:


    You haven’t blogged for ages. All OK in Fannit?


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