Day 5 Knightrider Bulletin - Good Winds and Bad Smells
Knightime
Fri 27 Nov 2009 21:28
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Ahoy, Ahoy, Dear Readers and warm greetings from
the Knightriders.
Sad to report another No Sightings day, but a sunny
one and with goods winds. Our clocks went back an hour today and our brains are
slowly adjusting. For some days now there has been an offensive smell reported
close to the First Class berths and investigations had proved fruitless.
However, today the culprit was found and happily turned out to be 2 heads
of what used to be broccoli, rotting quietly in their little corner of heaven,
and imitating quite well the other kind of heads.... I say 'happily' because I
was beginning to fear it was we, the crew, who were causing the problem! Phew!
in more ways than one.
Our watchkeeping plan is going well and strangely,
the huge alteration in daily sleep patterns seems to have been easily
accomodated. Sleep is a loose term however, and in my case, which must be the
same for all the crew, it can be akin to trying to get to sleep while
riding on the waltzer at the local fairground. Each morning I have 'woken' to
find pillow case and mattress cover completely removed by the motion, and
with my finger ends stiff from trying to hang on to the mattress at the
high side.
The weather has turned distinctly warmer and last
night from midnight to 0400 it was great to be in the cockpit in just shorts and
fleece, (yes Mum, all clipped on)
Late afternoon a small group of ''little French
schoolboys'' (Petit Ecoliers - chocolate biscuits) visited the cockpit and
were promptly consumed with a nice cup of tea.There may be a few more of
these blighters on board, but we have vowed to hunt them down and eat them
without mercy, except the 'merci' to FabVal who arranged the
stowaways.
I am finally getting my sea legs. I always had the
idea that this was a good thing, but, it turns out, that sea legs are
just ordinary legs covered in bruises! I have developed a theory that these are
the real origins of tattoos. In days of old, when our seafaring heros went
home, they lost their 'sea leags' and, missing the pretty hues of blue, turned
to tatoos to make them look normal. Of course, it's just a theory at this
stage.
Dinner in the cockpit near sunset,was a lovely
Biriani produced by swami Medi-Hoff who is clearly multi talented but keeping
the required low profile. I am sorry to report another dismal failure of
the fishing efforts of Messrs HofferDommer and MediHoff who have promised a
first class Grade 1 Tuna for dinner for the last 2 nights. The score right now
is : Unknown Fish (Large) : 2 Lures, Self confident Fishermen : NUL
points.
Through the wonders of the 'net we are getting
progress of our fellow ARCies and spending a small amount of time wondering
which ones will be the first to be overtaken. It's a lovely game, and one which
The Hoff seems to like a LOT. Tonight's pic shows The Hoff triumphantly removing
the stinky crate which was the former home of the aforementioned broccoli. A
closer look at the pic will reveal the chaos caused by the need to move so much
stuff to get to the offending spot. I am happy to report that order has now been
restored. Those of you wishing to contact us via email are welcome to do so via:
Knightime {CHANGE TO AT} mailasail {DOT} com.
Once again it has been a pleasure to keep you
informed and be able to assure you that all on board are well and
happy.
C-Hoff aka Mogul
Mike+ |
