Monday, 2 August 2010

Dear Uncle Phil and El Fuerte

Caveat,


I like the facebook tag name feature. Now I can not simply tell Uncle Phil and El Fuerte to read my blog. A tag is the best I can do. Doing this rescinds my previous claim that I was sick of Facebook butchering my RSS. I am on the verge of paying for a new blog PR plan. PR savy people are welcome to schmooze me with a pitch.


This letter will have a lot of in jokes. These jokes are self indulgent. Self indulging is very important. Omnipresent entity knows I am in need of some self indulging

Dear Uncle Phil(Filip) and El Fuerte(David),

I really miss you guys. Things have just not been the same working without you. I have hidden behind Lamborghinis and hard to read English books. But the sadness and emptiness is self evident. Let me list the things I miss.

-Manically laughing about aids
-Words of the day
-Our many work placed RSI prevention mini break spots conveniently out of CCTV coverage
-Listening to Filip rage about everything 
-She'll be right
-Keep your shirt on
-Mitch Mitch
-Almost dying on the way to the Gulf of Aden, shame you were asleep Phil
-That time David almost kicked a fender to China
-The breakfast of champions incident
-The many and varied shit talking sessions that seemed to last for days(they did)
-The endless explanations of what irony really is 
-Watching football
-Kaitaia Fire
-Hose Hero
-Uncle Phil always finding time to pose, with a pole somewhere. Sometimes at least five times a day. Witness.



-Talking up David's violent, crazy tendencies which were not there but were worth going on about (for days on end)
-Getting shit for wearing shoes on deck always
-That time Uncle Phil lost my torch
-Frog dancing!

I could go on for months but you get the idea. So many cool memories and I miss making them with you.

I hope to see you David in Vigo. I hope to see you Filip in Sweden or Spain. Same difference really.

Anyway.........


You bastards better miss me!

Grande Amore Dan

PS

David, when are you going to be Captain on a boat that needs a couple of good looking Deckhands and a blonde kiwi girl to get us beers at lunchtime on Fridays because Spanish boats pretty much don't work on Fridays ?

BAKLĂ„NGES Caveat

The past year has been really fucking hard.
I have had to live months without my Wife. I have been for the most part 12000 thousand miles away from my best long term friends and Family. I have made some really amazing new friends that have all sailed away. I have struggled with the very real actual physicality of holding a chamois, window squeegee, ropes and leatherman for at least eight hours a day.

On Friday night, I decided with Anna a new course of action for the next couple of months. It should be a reinvigorating skin shedding metamorphosis worth of a Dragon.
I think it is well deserved.


Voila
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