Watching half-hearted (or so it appears) attempts to board a barge in order to connect the trail rigging doesn’t do much for a chap’s sorely tested patience. There have been times this morning when it could have been argued that the Ramsgate girls under tens seacubs brigade would have made a more enthusiastic go of it. Goodness me, awful to watch. No names no pack drill but the installation contractors out here deserve to have their seamedals taken away and their chocolate ration stopped. Us armchair warriors would have got it sorted, well sorted.
Bouffanted to start with prior to boarding this fine vessel, the old barnet was starting to get a bit out of control. Ten Euros and a ten minute visit by a crewmember armed with a set of clippers and a great deal of tood has left old allatsea well and truly ‘skinheaded’. If only he’d brought his Doc Martins with him, he would have looked the part for sure. Turned up jeans, tight teeshirt, braces and a well practiced sneer. He’ll do without the tattoos though. Horrid things. What was it that some wag pointed out t’other day? ‘Tattoo is a word with a silent W’ Judging from half the population of dear old Fannit though, they really don’t seem to care. Perhaps they think that the word ‘Twat’ is complimentary? Allatsea, often referred to as one, has decided to believe it so. Ahem.
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