One post I can post on with the Red Blogger box and the other I can post on with the headder bar where it says new post ?????

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm I`m really in the pooooooo NOW :O(( ONLY SIX MINUTES TO SORT IT OUT AND i RUN OUT OF LINKAGE TO THE NET) five now actually no four "Christ I type slowly" three no two now only On

I now have two blogs running at the same time with the same name and sighn in capability so I dont know which one I wll post on

Dohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! so now what do I do?????????????

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IOW Trip

For those of you who think the trip I mention above is some drag induced experienced your wrong! I have never been into cross dressing,Well except for the odd period in my life when I used to wear an "A" l,ine, "shift" with my 13 studded, issue, black leather boots, Levis jean jacket, floppy hat and a "poachers bag" that sure got me noticed for a while especially in Paris where I was based at the time, or perhaps it was the goatee beard.

Anyway I went to the Island on Thursday to help a client/mate of mine with his sea trials. I stayed in the same art deco hotel as last year (photos to follow when I have sorted my desk top which went to blue screen for some reason. We had a great time sorting the boat out and manouvering in and out of the tiny creek without going aground was fun. in the evenings we ate out with me returning to the hotel at around midnight. The night manageress was convinced that I was up to no good, as I was gone before the reception was really manned and with being back so late, (with no real traces of me having used the room, as my rooms are always left almost with military prescision, as I had found it). in fact I found out later that she thought I had recently released from Parkhurst the islands "Maxsec", prison, can you believe it? Me, Nah never.

I found out that my mate who is ex special forces, had suddenly aquired Meneures desease, and that I could expect him to suddenly become dizzy and fall over, wherever he was, so to lighten his already over burdened feelings that he was the only person in the world who had this incurable desease and wouldn`t ever be able to work again because of it (after all what wealthy Arab wants a personal bodyguard that periodically throws himself on the floor and projectile vomits?) I threw myself on the floor of sainsbury`pretending to vomit to see what his and everybody elses reaction would be. He just walked off and just left me, or so I thought, and everybody just walked around me, it wasn¬t until I got up that I found that he had found an empty larger can and surrepticiously left it on the floor behind my back, so the passers by thought that I was drunk and showing their distainlike him ignored me. I quickly realised that he wasnt going to come back, having found the tin, and got up and joined him in the car where he was laughing his head off. I now feel guilty for such a show of extrovert ineptitude :o((.

I can understand now why ordinary people could just walk by and not assist, and discussed this with my mate who having spoken with the relevant society, and is "T" total, now carries a card explaining his predicament.

Well I had a great visit and we laughed a great deal and we were both sorry that I had to return to the mainland, I had long standing a lunch date in Southampton. Having not encountered his problems, other than my exhibition in sainsbury`s for four days, my mate decided that I had cured him, (he had been suffering attacks every three days which lasted for a couple of days each) I rang him when I got home only to find that he had just started an attack and wouldnt be answering his phone for a couple of days :o((. About three hours later he rang me back saying that he was back on his feet and that he was OK and that I may not have cured him but I had given him a tonic by visiting, great news.

My journey back from Cowes (the sailing Mecca of the western world) to southampton was an hour and even before we left cowes/medina, river a sailing yacht had slowly overtaken the ferryon its port side and pulled across its "slowly increasing in speed" bow. the skipper signalled three toots and stopped the ferry in a very short distance narrowly missing the yacht. The Yachtsman just turned and looked and carried on (almost in distain). he was under power at the time although he had his sails set. Being compitent in both sail and power I believe that there is often a time to stand on but this wasn`t one of them! Pr*t!!!!! The rest of the journey was without incedent and I had a perfect Tai lunch with Dim sum to die for (best I have ever tasted) in a fairly recently opened Tai "Tapas" restaurant in the student digs area of Southampton, with superb company.

Upon arrival at home I found that my Compbox was "Kaput" as I stated previously and to get my lap-top (this one) to work I had to check out and find a fault which I first thought was the battery but turned out to be a " shorting joint" on a spurious plug. So pleased with my efforts I drone on here for a bit :o))

The calm before last weeks storm

Well! so much for sex on legs :o((

Nine posts is all I got for my previous posting, thats bad, real bad I thought at least I`d get some mickey taking :o(( Sh*t! I just thought, You dont think that I`m serious do you? Pah! nobody could ever think that of me, could they? Perhaps I should take another tack and abuse politics or religion? maybe I would get more comments? or maybe I should just ask the question! Am I booring? I know the answer already so don`t bother, Yawn !!!! sad so sad.

I`m a lumberjack and I`m OK!

I am told that including some sex into a blog will get you more readers, well here goes :o))

(yea right!)

Look who got caught today while the weather was ok! among my list of jobs to do was clean the patio`s so I got on with it in brilliant sunshine and the warmth of the approaching summer! Pah!! within five minutes I had my lumberjack shirt "blue Crocks" on and "mucky legs". After another five hours I had finished about 75% of it. Still thats another bit of my jobs done. I`d sooner have been pressure washing the bottom of my boat, but then I did that in Februrary Brrrrr!

Can you read and understand it?

I'm one of the 55. Are You?Don't even think about using spell check!!!!!!!!

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Wreid Hhu?

there I am

getting out of the car and stepping back, shouting to the pup to "stay" as I put my boots on ready to take her for a walk, when a blonde lady passing in her four wheel drive stopped, lowered her window. and said quiety there is a thing called a hand-brake for that you know. ???????

Should children witness childbirth?

Due to a power outage, only one paramedic responded to the call.
The house was very dark so the paramedic asked Kathleen, a 3-yr old girl,
to hold a flashlight high over her mommy so he could see while he helped
deliver the baby.Very diligently, Kathleen did as she was asked.Mommy pushed and pushed and after a little while, Connor was born.
The paramedic lifted him by his little feet and spanked him on his bottom.
Connor began to cry.The paramedic then thanked Kathleen for her help and asked the wide-eyed 3-yr
old what she thought about what she had just witnessed.Kathleen quickly responded, 'He shouldn't have crawled in there in the first place,
smack his ass again!'

Kitrstie Rebecca

She doesnt do much! I have to pinch her to get her to do anything! :o)) not really Isn`t she lovely? Doting grandfather or what???????thats me!

Kirsty Rebecca born 23-04-2008

Today at 11-50 the surgeon helped her to take her bow to the world as if he was a magician producing a rabbit from a hat. Mother and Baby are doing well.

Am I a proud Father and grandfather? you bet I am :o)) Yeeeeeeesessssssssssssssssss!

Tomorrow is the big day

Sam My daughter, who as you know, got married last year, is due to have her first baby tomorrow at 09-10 (C section) We am looking after the pup ( Sophie 1 year old yesterday) for a couple of weeks , that will keep me fit walking her each day for an Hour. I guess that my boating season will be shortened as I expect My wife will want to be involved with looking after the baby :o(( rather than being on the boat for weeks at a time. So I guess that I must plan some more trips and deliveries to keep me busy.

Yes I`m "worried a little" that all will be well but there is nothing that I can do, so I can`t really worry about it but a small concern creeps in now and again. Sam is very laid back and unconcerned about it and takes it all in her stride so 10-00 on Monday we will all know how its gone :o)) I guess that there will be much celebrating in the household tomorrow?

I suppose I could get the dog a life jacket and take her down to the boat with me. Mmmm might be a bit of a pain, maybe when she is older and better behaved!

Windy day? just checkout that ensign.

What an Easter? I guess as its the earliest for a good few years, we must expect bad weather. I got a load of jobs done on the boat and watched the rain , on one occasion snow too! and read.
I tried all the newly opened eateries and a few of the existing ones,around the marina, so thats another easter done with. I guess that I shouldnt even comment badly on our weather as our friends in the northeren hemispheres have it much colder and wetter than us. The delivery jobs are sparse this year so I guess that I will just scratch around and generally take it easy for a while.

Dont you just love it?

Live like there'll be no tomorrow,
Love like you've never been hurt,
Dance like nobody's watching,
And keep growing older - not up! :o))

A sleepy canal hollow in the backwaters of La Belle France

A long-shot of the Captainerie of the marina, it really was quiet, with only one other boat owner there (my idea of heaven) :o))

The little trap in the wheelhouse deck through which the engine has to be lowered!

The last few days have been taken up with removing and replacing/installing a reconditioned Perkins 4108 marine engine into a friends "Neptune" Yacht, that broke down on the way to the Med. The ( blue) engine on the trailor weighed it at about six or seven cwt and had to be carried over the wooden "gangway" and lowered on to the engine mounts in the bottom of the bilge, the broken engine having been taken out and returned to the UK for us to Refurb, so if anybody would like a refurbed Perkins 4108, I`m your man.

The "Gangplank" I found floating in the canal and weighed (wet) about the same as the engine itself. Anyone who has tried to get an item that big and awkward out of the water will know that it isn`t easy (an understatement) in fact It must have looked like an excerpt from a Keystone Cops movie. :o)) In the third photo down I have included a (poor quality,sorry) photo of a Peniche, as opposite to where we were installing the engine was a boat yard that built and refurbished these craft (used to transport millions of tonnes of goods along the French waterways) The shere size of them in such "width challenged" canals is quite impressive especially if you have joined them in a lock or meet them head on in a tight bend. Often they are skippered by a woman, and a child, they carry all their needs in the accomodation and generally those owned by the skipper are their homes as well. it is not unusual to see their motor car aboard too!

"Take nothing but memories" But

40 Years on and I haven`t aged very well! I guess that its as a result of the life I have led? Tee Hee :o((

my family were hungry :o(( (guess who 40 years ago, when the spiny lobster still inhabited the coast of the UK)

My little angels wedding day!

No we hadn`t had a row although it looks like it :o)) the photo was taken by an unofficial photographer (professional) Tee Hee! seconds after the official one had taken theirs, and it was "B" cold.

My speech commenced with me slowly pulling a single barrelled shotgun out of a parcel explaing that it had been used at my wedding to prevent me changing my mind and that it had also been in evidence on their day in case, too. Initially the audience didnt realise what it was. I presented it to the groom explaing that the stock was a collapsing one. And then having explained that this facility would stand him in good stead during his marriage, as it had for me! I collapsed it revealing a colourful feather duster which I plucked from the breech and handed to the groom, much to the hilarity of the audience! the speech got better from then on. The other speeches were great and far better than mine :o((