Fw: The Book

Bardeau returns across Atlantic
Robert Bard
Sat 1 Dec 2012 17:32
21.24.590N 024.55 133W

Well it was present day today carried out over the ground dog double hour at lunchtime served by David...this was a fusion of baby cocktail dogs stuck with very dangerous tooth pick devices, which have the advantage of being able to pick one's teeth whilst chomping. The rest of the motleys were served spanish omelette with green and potato like things embedded. Mateus supplies running dangerously low: 3 bottles left. It' suddenly gone from cold grey and gloomy to boiling hot a bit like an English summer. No fishing at moment due to a shortage of lures and excess of onboard food. Genevieve cooked some gluten free bread, but the result was as much bread free as gluten free. 1 to the sharks. Nil to Bardeau, but as yet I have declined to comment openly, I find a few vicious looks here and there get my disappointed message across. The mouth organ present has been consigned to the deep. Mr Kennedy's present from the H***shire Fire Brigade colleagues cannot even be referred to on what is after all a family friendly blog. Let's just say that we call her Doris, and have strapped her to the helm to assist George the autopilot. See photo if upload works. All of a sensitive disposition ignore the photo if it uploads. There is enough smut on land without bringing it to the unspoiled wastes of the Atlantic Ocean Steve, Mark, and Ian....you know who you are...shame on you...shame !
Anyway tonight is cottage pie...'COTTAGE' Steve, Mark and Ian, COTTAGE as a noun not a verb, followed by Apple Pie and crumble ! So all well,
till tomorrow
El illustrious skipper