It has proved an un-doing. Praise of the town by the name of Montrose means someone very close to this keyboard is bound North again, at the weekend too. Not one but two audits to do and complicated beasties are they. All very Star Trek and the bloke wott’s doing the auditing is very much Steam Boat Willy.
Anyone familiar with Saipem’s operations in Stavanger should recognise the radar picture above. A safe haven indeed, and very welcome after a rough old tow that didn’t go quite as planned. A taxi ride from said harbour to Sola airfield at Stavanger takes around 20 minutes and will cost you in the order of £50. Norway’s a great country, as long as you’re absolutely loaded, or on expenses of course. A wise old seaman once said, never trust a country that charges £7 a pint for beer. He was and is, correct. That same seaman also said that a sailor without a knife is like a whore without a fanny! Try telling that to the head of safety at BP??? I tried to do just that once, my question got misconstrued and I was deemed to have accused said safety wallah of visiting prostitutes with salacious intent. Crikey you’ve got to be careful these days. Peeps do get terribly precious about the simplest of things.
Talking of simple things, the latest farce at Thanet Council is that the brainless flower seller known as Iris Johnston has been elected Leader of the Council. God help us. The woman’s intellect (?) is on a par with prokaryotic cell life, and that’s being kind about her. Dear God Thanet residents, there’s no hope for us. On that dispiriting note allatsea will toddle off to find a full gin bottle and empty it.