Thursday, June 7, 2012

The worst thing about writing a nonsense blog is that every now and again life slaps you in the face and what you want to write about doesn't fit the frippery you've been throwing around.

This, of course, comes with the danger that you're taking yourself too seriously and there's nothing worse than that (really, absolutely nothing).

So what to say? I want to tell you that I sailed on the Endeavour for a week and it was the best week of my life and the worst. It was physically hard, mentally hard, cold, wet, rushed, panicked, incomprehensible.

But it was also ridiculously fun, other worldly, companionable, magnificent, irreplaceable, unrepeatable.

For the first time in my life I get this:

There is no static middle ground, really. Who are we kidding? We swing right across the spectrum in everything we do. And I like that. If we didn't, how would we know we're alive?

Time to sign off before you start snorting in derision at me.


The Elephant's Child said...

I have missed you. And am full of jealousy about sailing on the Endeavour - despite being very, very prone to shipboard puking.
A nonsense blog? Not from my perspective. Welcome back. Even if you do still have rotten word verification.

squib said...

indeed... life is like the peaks and valleys of the ocean

speaking of which, what we all want to know is did you throw up?

Anonymous said...

It certainly sounds like you've had quite a time there, Kettle. I'm very happy for you.

For the first time in my life I get this

How does it compare to Robert Mitchum's 1955 interpretation?

Just an excuse to link to Bob doing his thing, really

Kettle said...

Dear TEC, always good to hear from you. Sorry about the word verification, it does suck doesn't it? I hope all is well in your world.

Alex, thanks for the heads-up re: Mr Mitchum's bit; "Hot dog love's a'winnin'"--they just don't write dialogue like that anymore.

Any Squibby my dear friend, not a moment of sea sickness. Not a jot, not a second, not a one. Bloody awesome.