This has probably been posted on this blog before, several times, (it’s an age thing….coupled with a tadge too much apathy of late) but it’s time once again for allatsea’s favourite tongue in cheek poem (author unknown…………….sadly)
Oh lord above
Send down a dove
With wings as sharp as razors
To cut the throats
Of them there blokes
Wot sell bad beer to sailors.
All at sea is back in Blighty following his Egyptian odyssey of cable laying and other odd bits and bobs offshore in the Simian field. He left the UK in summer and came back to full blown wet and windy autumn. Brrrrrrr. First task on returning to Westbrook Towers was to switch the heating on and order a lorry load of logs. It ain’t cool to be cold.
A phone call from the office within hours of getting home and asking yours truly to go and play ‘warrantystuff’ in the middle of the Dogger Bank (proposed) windfarm was met with more enthusiasm from his goodself than he would have thought possible a few months ago. Must be learning to chill at long last. Pity its taken 59 years but there we have it. Oddly the need to go has been superseded by event s and young Danny B is going instead, bless him.
Allatsea did get to have a panic initially though and zoom up to Petans at Norwich to get CA-EBS training and then along to the ghastly steel shuttered crud-heap that is Aylesham in Kent (a shit hole yes but also home to a lovely ‘offshore approved’ medical examiner who is tolerant of us ‘older/fatter’ types) to get his UKOOA medical certificate extended by another 2 years. All certed up for offshore work and helicopter travel until November 2016………….HOORAY.
This is a pic of ‘Bob the mog’ in Perth Western Australia. Bob died in October while I away playing boats. Allatsea is very sad.
A lot of piles, around 8,000 tonnes of them. Every one made in Holland by SIF, for a British project in home waters.
Fine chaps, no names, no pack drill.
Fine fine fine place to be, home of ‘Old Poutenay’ whisky and 21st century technology.