Cary, I need to talk to you, do you have a minute?
Yeah, what's up?
Well, I went down to the owner's cabin, and, on the whole, you've done a good job, but, well, on the carpet, there was...
a piece of FLUFF
WHAT?!NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
The horror. How many were injured?
(followed by a cheeky rolling of the eye)
I think that was the wrong response, I got, in reply...
Listen here, lose the attitude okay, and the hippie vibes, I want those bracelets off, and whatever the heck is in your hair, do you hear me? EYE FOR DETAIL, Cary, come on.
Yes CAPTAIN.
Can you handle that scheizer?
Oh, and I have purple toothpaste, and when I bought it, I didn't even KNOW it was purple, can you just imagine the surprise when it came out the tube only to be my favourite colour?! CAN YOU?!
This is what happens to you when you sell your soul to the superyachting world, small things like purple toothpaste and nice smelling antibacterial spray make you happy. It's sad, but true.
We're out at anchor and it's blowing a force 40000000 and we're rolling around the place, can barely stand upright, last night, I had to shower sitting on my toilet (yeah it's IN the shower) clinging to the sides of the walls, it wasn't great Nigel, waaaaasn't great Nige.
Oh, also, I've been asked to blog for a yachting website, they offered me a "small sponsorship", I'm not entirely sure what that even means but I apparantly need to start writing more "yachtie" posts, to tailor it more for the yachting industry... which I think means I can't write about purple toothpaste and tarsiers anymore, I'm just gonna seeee how I feel about that mmmmkay.
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