ParaHandy
Well-Known Member
Weather: F8 from North, rain, poor and rough.
Zzzz ...
Woken at ungodly hour by screaming and sounds of somebody clattering into something. Get up to investigate.
What a mess. When Wee Dougie of the yard was last on this boat, he wired up the Ebespacher the wrong way – he must be colour blind – and it sucked rather than blew. Well, he’s been at it again, this time with the bog motor and its blown rather than sucked. I leave the rest to yer imagination .. best thing is just chuck him overboard to clean him up …
On the phone to the yard. Wee Dougie’s only one and will be on his way. I can see him sauntering down with his voltmeter strung round his shoulders. It doesn’t work, of course, but Wee Dougie’s convinced he’d have been a doctor if accident of fate hadn’t dumped him in Melfort and that’s a stethoscope wrapped round him. The only meter he’s got that works is an ex-Army 1930’s wind-up resistance tester which, after he’s shot 20,000 volts through my electronics, he ponders awhile whilst the acrid smell of burning wires, resistors, and other bits and pieces smoulders. Ah well …. maybe not this time.
Must get on and find something to keep this lot occupied. Maybe an aerobics session – none of them look as healthy as me after the doc told me I was in the pink.
On second thoughts, no. This lot are half deid
Perhaps a bathing costume competition?
I’ve fancied seeing webcam’s harem, which he always brings along, in the flesh ….
That’ll be us then … on to the Tigh nae troosers
(Further dispatches from the cruise director may be later as have nuptials to attend (not ma ane, ken .. PH)
Zzzz ...
Woken at ungodly hour by screaming and sounds of somebody clattering into something. Get up to investigate.
What a mess. When Wee Dougie of the yard was last on this boat, he wired up the Ebespacher the wrong way – he must be colour blind – and it sucked rather than blew. Well, he’s been at it again, this time with the bog motor and its blown rather than sucked. I leave the rest to yer imagination .. best thing is just chuck him overboard to clean him up …
On the phone to the yard. Wee Dougie’s only one and will be on his way. I can see him sauntering down with his voltmeter strung round his shoulders. It doesn’t work, of course, but Wee Dougie’s convinced he’d have been a doctor if accident of fate hadn’t dumped him in Melfort and that’s a stethoscope wrapped round him. The only meter he’s got that works is an ex-Army 1930’s wind-up resistance tester which, after he’s shot 20,000 volts through my electronics, he ponders awhile whilst the acrid smell of burning wires, resistors, and other bits and pieces smoulders. Ah well …. maybe not this time.
Must get on and find something to keep this lot occupied. Maybe an aerobics session – none of them look as healthy as me after the doc told me I was in the pink.
On second thoughts, no. This lot are half deid
Perhaps a bathing costume competition?
I’ve fancied seeing webcam’s harem, which he always brings along, in the flesh ….
That’ll be us then … on to the Tigh nae troosers
(Further dispatches from the cruise director may be later as have nuptials to attend (not ma ane, ken .. PH)
