Being cut off, so to speak, from the bosom of the home fires, moggies and memsahib, is not always that easy to deal with. Especially if that ‘cut’ off becomes a tadge extended. Being on the good ship ‘Bigmutha#ucker’ for over 4 weeks can be a bit of challenge, albeit in a very mild sense of the word.
We’ve got the internet (a bit on the slow side but otherwise OK), our own cabin complete with bathroom, free to use international direct dial phones, a laundry service to die for, good & plentiful food (four main meals a day plus tabnabs in between), comradeship, multichannel TV (sadly lacking, it has to be said, Brit programme content other than the BBC world news), movies on demand, a fully tweeked gymnasium, swimming pool (heated), four elevators to avoid overstressing a chap’s legs with too much stair climbing and plenty of space to move about in.
But……………………… it’s still sort of shite when compared to home. However, all things, good and bad, come to end, eventually. If the great God of marinewarrantywallahs is kind, and the patron saint of offshorecockups stays away, then come next Monday allatsea will clamber aboard a S92 (don’t like that Eurocopter or Puma shite) and fly back to norvven blighty. Aaaah, the joy the joy.
Back darn sarf to ‘Westbrook upon Beach’ and all the wonders there. The clogged roads, twattish parking, aimless yoof on street corners, Tesco, the Aqua Club, sand, mogmogs, ‘No cycling’ rules imposed on national cycle routes (yes, really, thank you Thanet council for that one), wealthy granny farm owners, the dis-possessed, half the population of Bulgaria, the Bowls Club (???) and the proximity to the railway station. Certainly an eclectic mix of positives :o)
Odd it may be but allatsea loves the place. Fannit is a bit of a weird area, stuck out into the Channel as it is with a distinctly polarised demographic, it is essentially forgotten by the rest of the nation. It’s an anachronism to the nearby (ish) capital and continental Europe. That said, if you don’t depend on the place for a decent job then it’s a good place to live. At the towers we are fortunate to be in a position to be able to choose, within reason, where we live. We choose Fannit.
Sixty year old master-mariner.
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.