As I pondered over my uber-shit sailing skills, I almost felt incompetent until I remembered never applying for the job 😉
The Sea petrifies me, so I’m hopping off deck (soon)
A Sailor! As if !! (SCoff Scoff Scoff Old Chum)
(Ooops, missed some of that call, just heard Noah shouting star something??? I couldn’t hear him over the 2 tigers roaring)
So, I spotted the nearest star and spun the ship rooooond towards it
As I notice 3,000 other stars with a quick whip of the neck, worry sets in
I panic, but then look down at my T-Shirt and see ‘Keep Calm and Go West’
The Co-ordinates and/or compass points are not my forte, so I listened to the team onboard instead, they were singing a 4 part harmony of the classic Welsh anthem ‘Newport’…The Welshie solo’d the line ‘concrete jungle where dreams are made of’ and I hollered
Follow that Green Peace Man to Star
In that sweet moment, I’d realised my buried dream of being a sea-captain! But only if the boats swim sideways…Safety People!
Christ Alive! And Seriously ;/
I know that walls aren’t what they once were
As in; they used to be a foot thick…
Which was dandy!
However, these big old walls could have changed the future forever (See broken woman to the right)
Nowadays, they are in competition with walls as thick as ice cream wafers…disguised as brick
Soon, the new housing estates will look like they are situated in the centre of a desert in the Middle East (peak of summer). The strange swirling mist that comes from heat waves, will distort the walls and the owners will put it down to the 45 degree heat…
Winter arrives; the dwellers become alarmed to see the walls still slopping around, with no heat swirls in sight, and many neighbours buying posh nets from the stall in the street
Because ‘Apparently they keep the heat in’
Seriously, I can hear the man snoring loud as a bleeding train, and he lives in a whole ‘nother house!!!!!!!!
At least it was only 169 words of tripe