jimi
Well-known member
Yesterday evening in the morning I was gazing into my navel when out of the fluff I saw a vision, a large motorboat loomed up and the driver clad in black with a face like burnished brass and a nose like a furnished flat spoke .. and his voive was like 430HP beatmissing mercruisers. He said .. I am the ghost of things passed but I have seen the future and this is it ...
An armada of small ships shall set sail in October in the second millenium. The shall leave from the south coast of Britain looking for culture , but verily I say unto them all the yoghurt has been eaten and ye shall not find it. Of the armada a small group led by the neckless one from the hot lands shall seek truth and enlightenment inspired by the Gallic angel and shall be destined to sail endlessly across the water crossed by large boxes until they reach the edge and fall over. The Lord in his mercy will provide a worm hole to a parallel universe where they will join Rene,Jimmie,Madman and the 101s. There is no salvation for them.
The remnant shall pass the first test apart from one boat which will miss Cherbourg and end up in La Rochelle, the skipper an erudite scribe will say, well we're used to taking a time and there's no controlling a Twister anyway, Confucius of the forums aka NigelCh will query gently "You were'nt going in reverse, with a trailing log and a sextant?"
The rest of the remnant upon departing Leascargotland will be met by a savage storm from the land of the sloop rig and be blown home. Roller reefing will roll (except for YMs) and masts will pant. Teeth will gnash and storm canvas will be worn. Bottles will break and soreheads forgotten .. then upon the sea a calm will fall and everyone will motor home.
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An armada of small ships shall set sail in October in the second millenium. The shall leave from the south coast of Britain looking for culture , but verily I say unto them all the yoghurt has been eaten and ye shall not find it. Of the armada a small group led by the neckless one from the hot lands shall seek truth and enlightenment inspired by the Gallic angel and shall be destined to sail endlessly across the water crossed by large boxes until they reach the edge and fall over. The Lord in his mercy will provide a worm hole to a parallel universe where they will join Rene,Jimmie,Madman and the 101s. There is no salvation for them.
The remnant shall pass the first test apart from one boat which will miss Cherbourg and end up in La Rochelle, the skipper an erudite scribe will say, well we're used to taking a time and there's no controlling a Twister anyway, Confucius of the forums aka NigelCh will query gently "You were'nt going in reverse, with a trailing log and a sextant?"
The rest of the remnant upon departing Leascargotland will be met by a savage storm from the land of the sloop rig and be blown home. Roller reefing will roll (except for YMs) and masts will pant. Teeth will gnash and storm canvas will be worn. Bottles will break and soreheads forgotten .. then upon the sea a calm will fall and everyone will motor home.
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