Saturday’s sore head
Went out for a drink with the troops last night but they had buggered off to Kirkwall so managed to get v tipsy without them (it seemed rude not to having put party duds on and smelling of talc etc.)
This morning the new troops bundled into my hangover and onto the boat. I know a lot about them and what they have done from their blogs and other writings on the web but this is the first time I have met them in the flesh (not that they were naked, you understand)
Obviously they were bursting with questions as to my secret tips and workings and how to get their amateur ramblings up to the professional standards observed here at Haltonocean so may run a workshop and “how to” later in the week. To be frank, from the cluttered and disorganised wibble that came from their minds the first conversation, I will have my work cut out.
….next time you see a line of elephants, trunks holding tails like Colonel Hathi leading the troops, make sure there is one at the front with an empty trunk and that the last tail is swinging free. Whats my point? Bloggers, blogging bloggers going round in circles: must avoid that scenario this week.
