Talbot
Active member
There I was pottering around on my boat at the marina on a lovely sunny afternoon. I had just realised that if I managed to do all the tasks that I want, I might just be finished in time for the end of the season, when my attention was drawn to a new form of distress signal - A gentleman in a white lab coat waving his arms above his head and uttering a curious cry. My attention being aroused, and on the off chance of cadging a cup of tea I jumped in my trusty tender and sped to the rescue:
There was Parahandy who having destroyed a genoa winch last weekend (anyone want a single NZ winch size 30 (requires gentle handling)) as trying to fit two winches big enough for berthing the Queen Mary 2 - however he had discovered that slight problem of holding screwdriver on top, whilst winding up the nut down below is not a solitary undertaking unless you are a mutant with extra stretchy arms!/forums/images/icons/smile.gif
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There was Parahandy who having destroyed a genoa winch last weekend (anyone want a single NZ winch size 30 (requires gentle handling)) as trying to fit two winches big enough for berthing the Queen Mary 2 - however he had discovered that slight problem of holding screwdriver on top, whilst winding up the nut down below is not a solitary undertaking unless you are a mutant with extra stretchy arms!/forums/images/icons/smile.gif
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