Had some time at sea in several stages. The Chadwicks reported for duty on board, but the weather was absolutely cr*p for days. So we whistled aimlessly and drummed our fingers. Meanwhile over on ‘Annie’, skipper Graham had hurt his back, so his 2 crew who had joined from London were also whistling and drumming their fingers. Now I don’t want to offend anyone here. I’m a bit immature and tend not to act my age. My reactions to these circumstances are to drink a lot of beer and get very drunk, meet the wrong sort of people, in all the wrong places, and probably say a lot of things I shouldn’t. I am also likely to listen to some pretty awful 1970’s music loudly and to stay up very late just to make really sure I’m grumpy and incapable the next day. If I smoked, I’d probably also smoke something I shouldnt. Its important that if one is going to live on the edge and go down the pan one should do it with some zeal. My new companions however were all TNGPs (Terribly Nice Generous People) who wisely Didn’t Do Any of That Stuff, so my drumming and whistling got to be really good instead.
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