'.... catch more solar power ... '
Catch the rain too.:jester:

Quick question, are we at sea or alongside? Someone ought to tell me.

We are injuneers we are always the last to know :yawn:

Look on the Telegraph. It says Full Ahead not Fully Airhead!

Close your eyes and go for a walk. Do a bit of scrambling too, that will help you find out.

Indeed, if you have a few scrapes and bruises, we are alongside. If you get wet we are at sea.

Unless we are still alongside and you went the wrong way after exiting the engine room. :eek:

For one awful moment I thought Boris was answering my question and VRM was helping him. Then I awoke and had a little beverage. Life is good.

Yawn....stretch....PHarrrrrrrrt!

Wow! I been asleep for three days??
Starving! Steward! order me a full English, Coffee, toast and a shot of Nelsons Blood to kick me into action.

Thank you for the reminder, E-S. I've been sleeping at the switch (an old railroader's term, I think) but we haven't derailed. With our tanks replete we can mosey on to, perhaps, Paris seeing as of late we have been wandering up rivers to various places. Perhaps that is an in Seine suggestion, but perhaps a couple of nights at the Moulin Rouge and other such libidinous places. Think I'll join Sir William for breakfast. A little nourishment is in order :pint:

I assume that we must have arrived at wherever it was that we were going and that everyone had gone ashore and left me to keep the home fires burning simply because I failed to ask:

'Are we there yet?'.

Glad that I stayed aboard as the food at the Moulin Rouge was bloody awful the last time that I was there although the 'scenery' was spectacular.

Moulin Rouge eh?...count me in on that Tom. Last time I was there a Taxi driver told me of a nice restaurant where the waitresses will dance and sing and they love the company of English gentlemen.

They serve food there ????? :hippy::hippy:

For all those people who don't know where we are, we have just left Porto, headed for Paris. If you feel you are stranded you can get a rail pass from our agent which should get you to Paris about the same time as us. The name of the agent is Garrafeira do Carmo(at the desk at the back of the wine shop!) :)

Garrafeira is his wife, no dangly bits Tom. You have fallen into the trap again.
Bosun, Bosun...……. Wire brush and Dettol for Mr Alexander. Pronto, before the little buggers escape.

I looked at the website for Garrafeira do Carmo, it has brought back my gout.

Don't need that treatment -- do my regular nightly ablutions with paraffin and cotton waste.

:angel:

Paraffin, the first gender neutral hydrocarbon. Blue for the boys and pink for the girls.
The Cassab has not issued any pink paraffin since Red 17 went on leave. God how I miss her.

So it's dropping the soap in front of a lilac that's the risk then?

Soap is such a rarity in the contiguous zone.

Two nuns in the bath, one says to the other "where's the soap" the other replied "yes, doesn't it" :wink:

I'll be hiding under the plates if anybody wants me :paper:

I just hope it is used in the erogenous zone. Tmac seems to cover this.

I have heard that the feet can be fetishized as erogenous. If you know that there is a foot fetishist aboard, especially one with a foot (or within an inch or two) there is a tangible risk without involving the soap.

I've got a foot. But I'm saving it for Fergie's cruise in October. Red hair and false teeth are an unbeatable combination, believe me.

Most of the ladies T knows requires soap on a rope.

Lifebuoy??