@farmerman,
I seem to remember, probably because it is quite recent, that you took me to task over 3 posts in a row, like the three little maids in the nursery rhyme.
And I had an obvious reason. I was answering three posts separately without using them as an excuse to have a gush. You have no excuse. You said I was trying to draw attention to myself. That saved you having to reply to my responses to the three posts which a sensible person would interpret as you being unable to.
And now-after all this time, I have discovered the Back to Post function and can reply to all your three self-aggrandising efforts. If only to make the time more easy passing.
I have been on four ferry boats. Two across the English Channel. One from Dover to Calais and one back to Dover. The same one to and from the Isle of Islay. I watched the sea most of the time. Stared at it. Thought about it. It was horrible. Swish bloody swish. That's it. For ever right round the globe some people say is round.
I went out in an inflatable about two miles to see the seals. Two of them in a very supine position gazed at us with an expression of the profoundest disinterest. I've heard it said that they look that way before being clubbed. Science will never know what things look like to a seal.
Quote:The weather service gives marine forecasts for conditions that appear now as well as to predict what they feel will appear later and where.
Well- I'll go to the bottom of our stairs. Goldarn it does? Whoodathowtit? Could it do anything else?
And I thought the whole point was a display of boldness and intrepidity and now you're telling us you sat in the marina waiting for conditions in which boldness and intepidity are superfluous virtues. You go so far as to liken boldness to stupidity as you would if you don't wish to try a bold venture yourself. So much so that the opening of the stop-cock in the sewage "goodbye" is considered an event worth relating to A2Kers who are all agog to hear about the whale which came up above the gunwales with its mouth agape.
Can people there be denied coverage for being stupid. That's a principle fit for any legal theoretician to conjure with.
I never had sex on a boat though, if you don't count fumbles on the boating lake when you get in behind the weeping willows on a sultry afternoon with the girl you have pegged for a life of domestic bliss. I doubt I could. The absurdity would make me laugh too much. On the ocean I mean. Parked in the marina would be okay I suppose. A four-poster is more my idea. In the west wing with the sun going down and a gentle breeze bringing the fragrances of the park in through the balcony windows and a distant freeway singing its asphalt harmonies.
What happens if the lady rolls off the bunk and skins her knees and elbows on the painted deckplates during the quickening sideways rolls?
Anyway--thanks for the tip. I'll know never to go near any stinging nettles in my shorts from now on. I have read that some men are stimulated with stinging nettles without having any trousers on at all. But some men is like some scientists eh?