May madness at the voting booth

Cooo, all this political voting malarkey?

It’s hard to know what to do for best.

Some folks will vote for a party or individual regardless of reasons not to, and others will apply a lot of thought to the matter and then vote accordingly. Mummy allatsea doesn’t bother with any of that it seems. A lifelong pre-European and uber-fan of the EU (allegedly) she voted UKIP in the European election yesterday!! God help us. If that’s the logic being applied by other folks in any great numbers we’re, in the words of Private Fraser, ‘Doomed laddie, doomed.’ Obviously allatsea senior doesn’t get the irony of voting for a party led by a man who insists  he wants to be rid of the very gravy train on which he rides and grows fat on. Snout firmly in the European trough!! It is bizarre isn’t it. It’s like having a leader of something like the  ‘Anti blood sports society’ who spends his time shooting and killing animals for pleasure or a vociferous  anti-paedophile  activist going  on holiday to East Asia to abuse small children. It’s bollocks but, seemingly, a lot of people don’t see it that way. So much for home grown intellect.

On the subject of intellect and the power of thought, Margate Station.  Say what you like about its general shabbiness and bone idle staff but one thing that did work well there was the approach road, drop off point, taxi rank, roundabout and parking arrangement. It was wasn’t the best it could be and at peak times thanks to the general phuck-wittedness of some car drivers, it did get a bit chaotic for short periods BUT………………….it worked and it worked well. That fact  then beggars the question as to why those wott should know better  have spent months & months and  hundreds of thousands of parnds altering it to make it a completely ghastly twat-hell. Deep joy to use it is not. Realising ‘it’s not quite finished yet’ is no excuse, it’ll still be shite then too.

Madam allatsea has gone to Lundunn tarn for the day with a friend. Said friend, a pleasant lady it has to be said, is off up to the selection process in the smoke  to be a Lundunn Policewoman. All good so far but why madam allatsea going too? Wannabee lady Plod can’t take memsahib into the process can she? Indeed not, but she can take her along on the journey bit. Why? Cos she’s apprehensive about going on her own it seems! Well bugger me with a very long broom handle but I think there may be an issue of ‘imprudent career choice’ here. Blimey.

Brings back memories of allatsea’s time at London Array. There were quite a lot of chaps who were desperate to be ‘offshore technicians’.  The important word here is ‘offshore’, it implies that one will have to go from ‘shoreside’ to that watery stuff out there at sea, ‘offshore’. That involves (in this case) going out to site  by boat, boats move around a bit on the waves. Some folks are prone (it’s a physiological thing) to sea-sickness (and sea sea-sickness is not to be mocked, its debilitating and horrible) and at London Array this affected a small group of ‘technicians’. Once so affected, the crewboat, with up to 12 technicians on board, all destined for vital work offshore, was obliged to turn back to Ramsgate to land the ‘sicknotes’ before resuming the day’s work. This resulted in cost penalties (the boats burn 400 litres of fuel an hour and often two hours extra running time was incurred) and lost time due to the delay in getting the technicians to site. When however, after a dozen or so aborted trips, we pointed out to the gentlemen concerned that perhaps they had made an incorrect career choice and should  perhaps, consider work onshore, they were horrified. They  were under the impression that some kind of dispensation should be organised for them, eg only go offshore when the weather was very smooth or don’t go offshore at all. Dickheads!!

Allatsea wanted to be paratrooper only he was frightened of jumping out of aeroplanes and averse to being shot at. He decided it would be more prudent to go to sea instead. So he did. Job done, sorted. Do what you’re capable of, not what you’re not. It makes life for you and those around you, much, much  easier.



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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2 Responses to May madness at the voting booth

  1. Allan Reid says:

    I do find your posts amusing `n very witty :O) Keep `em coming :O)

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