Just when the summer madness in dear Thanet was reaching its peak the good lord of sailors and warranty surveyors came and delivered a miracle of niceness. In thanks I shall deliver the sailor’s prayer.
Oh lord above
Send down a dove
with wings as sharp as razors
to the cut the throats
of them there blokes
that sell bad beer to sailors
The smaller, auxiliary block of the Thialf’s starboard crane. Photo taken in the summer of 2013.
Tomorrow allatsea goes to that tarn that we all lurve to hate, Aberdeen. Overnight there in that delightful hotel, the Britannia (he lies, it’s a puke stained shit heap staffed with obese phuckwits) and then the 0640 to Sumburgh the following day. There, all being well and the fog having stayed away, get met by some agent peeps and get whisked away to join the HGBCS (huhegreatbigcraneship) THIALF. Allatsea’s home from home for the next month or so…….probably.