Thursday, 0730 Margate to Cannon Street. First time in a year for that journey. Still lacking in charm, comfort and dignity. Lovely and a mere £59.40 day return for the privilege. Lunch with my colleagues from marine department. A good day. Eighteen of us made it. Five pints in the the Lord Raglan and then to the Barbican Tandoori for grub and Cobra. Home on the 1730 from Cannon Street (well London Bridge actually but that’s another story) and through the door at the Towers by 1920. A fine day out and a reminder that the team I work with really are a good bunch. Sharp as razors too, except old allatsea ;o)
Friday, another Christmas do. Martin Lally at the Aqua. Much beer and talking bollox. It’s what allatsea does best.
Saturday. Two Christmas dos.
Lunchtime at the RBL Margate with the class of 1994 RNXS. A few of them have shuffled off this mortal coil, a few were absent without leave, some were recently bereaved (and very brave for attending) and the rest of us sat round and drank beer (apart from the duty driver….well done Kevin) and talked bollox. It’s what we all do best. Four and a half hours soon whizzed by, then a walk home in preparation for the evening do. Chris and Caroline over for drinks and a 70th birthday do gate crash at the Aqua (again). A fine evening following a fine afternoon. Thank you Lordgod of sailors and warranty surveyors.
Sunday. A morning of compulsive, it seems, Xmas shopping in the madness that is Westwood Cross followed by an afternoon and the Aqua (again and again) drinking beer and talking more bollox than normal. One day someone will actually listen…………..
Monday…..doctors……..hmmm, seems someone’s got to lose weight, exercise more, adopt a proactive life embracing regime and be positive about the future. That’s a some big ask I can tell you. The man must be insane. Home for bacon sandwiches and a laydown, followed by waking up, guitar practice through the Blackheart, 2 x 12, setup using an old and very cheap Kramer Focus IIIs. Quite a nice sound. Am experimenting with Behringer effects pedals. They’re cheap and a lot of folk sneer at them but they’re cheap and fun and they make allatsea believe that he sounds like John Frusciante (who is God in guitarist form). Cook Thai green curry chicken for tea and present her indoors with her evening meal as she walks through the door after hard day at the warehouse. Bless him.
Tuesday through to Friday.
More of the same, sans the visit to the doctor. Shopped to death …………………………….. almost. Cash depleted and credit cards worn out. The Oz lot are coming over for Xmas and we don’t want to run out of anything, ever, at all, not anyfink at all, general panic stuff. Thursday pop over to Ramsgate and try out the newly gotten Lumix camera. Nice bit of kit. The old and well used Canon Powershot was beginning to show its age (over 12,000 work pics taken with it over the last 4 and a half years) so a fortunate Lotto win at the Aqua on Saturday was put to good use.
A new allycat in town at Rammers. Yorshire registered Dalby Swale. Dalby Maritime is owned by an old Maersk colleague of allatsea’s, Stuart McNiven.
The gloriously named ‘Home for Smack Boys’.
Vattenfall HQ being extended. Things must be on the up? Good!
Strong Westerlies outside so the windfarm fleet stayed tied up. Who can blame them on such a day?
Pat of the Aqua describing the size of allatsea’s beer tab.
The age of austerity. The Royal Navy’s new home fleet flagship.