Tuesday, September 27, 2011

My social lubrication of choice...

Dire portents from the EU, medical care in the real world, and a way to keep doors closed when needful.

The thing is, I like working on boats... I enjoy the fiddliness of boat systems and the ongoing quest to make them less of a kludge than what passes for "state-of-the-art".

Which is not to say that I don't bitch and moan in the process, as it is my firm belief that most boatwork (and many cruising situations) goes better with liberal doses of inspired profanity... But, hey, if you're reading this you already understand that.

Now, it has come to my attention that some folks actually DON'T like working on boats (我的媽和她的瘋狂的外甥都!), and while it is a sad fact that such twisted and depraved souls actually exist, it's OK, as, in a sense, this genetic failing is something of a boon to those of us who enjoy quiet uncrowded anchorages by keeping some of the riff-raff or 喝畜生雜交的髒貨 out.

The scary thing is, there still seems to be no shortage of 流口水的婊子和猴子的笨兒子people who hate working on boats and really like to spend money. These not only lower the general tone but they tend to fill up anchorages where they always seem to anchor way too close... Especially those 笨天生的一堆肉 on powerboats!

... and not really anything you can do about it except bitch and moan as the alternative, 跟猴子比丟屎, simply gets you nowhere.

Listening to Wilson Pickett