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Let Us start at the beginning,

Photo #1 ... A Fancy Panoramic Collage that Multi-Media Texas Pete put together for you, my loyal fans. Just marvel at the progress the useless hippy is making.

Photo #2... Something to think about. sorry Mum but I never ever once asked Her to behave like that.!!!! Trouble brewing, I can tell. Lie back and think of England. Let's call Her Jackie.....

It's shitty here now, Ever since the S.P.I.C.S broke The Good Lady Fisher, (Re; Whoop, Whoop, It's The Sound Of The Police.) the evidence of horizontal Galician rain has been the only constant force to be relied upon.
I believe it is now Thursday, A full six days has passed and the promise of reparations by the Spanish Authorities has led to a great deal of frustration, dissapointment, anxiety, anger, dissapointment, anxiety, frustration and more anger and exasperation due to the Spanish' constant ability not to be relied upon.
The insurance damage assesment official arrived at 10.05 Tuesday morning, fruits of Mondays multiple Phone around the Spanish office game that The Doc and I dutifully (and evidently successfully) played.
10.10 Tuesday morning, typical British trait, "Miquel, would you like a cup of tea? coffee?"
10.10 and 5 seconds, "No gracias, Tenemos una cerveza" - "No thanks but I could kill a beer"
Quality, What a Dude, Shakin' like Mr Stevens did behind his green door!
No Problema, found 3 blokes with 3 quotes and assurance of one of them showing up 'manana' to get to work repairing 'The Good Lady Fisher'
'Manana' was, in a twist of translation, yesterday. The rain still falls as consistently as John Terry's teardrops. Similies. I Shittum

Wednesday, more rain, no workmen..........O.k. they meant another manana.

This morning, Thursday, 10.00 engineer, got some beers in just in case the offer of a caffeine stimulant wasn't adequate. 13.00 siesta, maybe he's resting!!!!!!!!!
Hunt down another man.
Found another man,
No problem he says, I come back at 4, it will take me an hour.
There was a market in town today, I wanted to see if I could sell some of my Hippy beads, one sale would of been enough for me to buy a coffee of my own, a small whiff of independance from the dependance of The Doc's generosity. I provide The Doc with as much beneficial energy as is capable during the ever changing variants of cruising the Galician coastline. This is generally being the best sailor as I can physically and mentally muster, while we are sailing. In days of rest I do my best to cook, clean, make, repair, translate, whatever needs cooking, cleaning, making, repairing, translating, et al. In return I am provided with a beautiful yacht to live on, a wonderful yacht on which to clean, repair, make, I am provided with good food to cook and I am provided with a sailing adventure that will take me as far as it takes me. The Doc is a patient man, giving me the opportunity to learn the art of sailing without condescending when I am ignorant and explanation when I am curious. However at the moment I am reliant upon Him for My daily bread.
Which is why, today, I wanted to go to market to earn myself a coffee at least but the dickin around by the local workmen meant I had to stay on the pontoon while they decided to fix the boat or nay.
As I believe I've mentioned before (I couldn't be bothered scrolling up, I'm on a roll) this saga with the authorities has now cost us a weeks sailing, and a miserable week it has been too, not inspired to walk the inspirational countryside due to the sea level cloud cover, waiting on workmen not to show when an inspired walk in the potentially inspirational Galician countryside was a possibility.
'Sometimes you have to be stopping to carry on' an old white bearded Indian man once told me.
We will certainly relish the moment that we untie the mooring ropes from the pontoon at Portosin.
Although..........

The man who owns the local grocery store as it happens, is the commodore of the marina where we have been holed up. As charming as we are as customers at the local grocery store He recognized The Doc at the marina bar today and not only policed the rapid repairs to The Lady Fisher but also informed The Doc of a sporting race that is occuring on Sunday.

Now, That's What I Call Music!!!

The Doc is, as yet, undecided about staying here until then, but I WANT IT, I LOVE IT, COME ON, LETS HAVE IT, I don't care if we come last, It's the takin part. These spics so far have been fairing incompetant to generally useless since we got here. Maybe, Just Maybe we can have the Lady Fisher engraved on the local silverware. I gotta work on The Doc.

I mean what's the point of this adventure when there's obviously going to be a piss up at the end of Sundays racing in Spain with the Spanish in a Spanish race against the Spanish with an outside chance of maybe winning the Spanish Cup from the Spanish. I fear for the sexuality of my awesome Skipper. I may have to jump ship if I find out He's gay to the challenge, He reads my blog and I'm putting my position on the line as soon as I press 'PUBLISH BLOG'

Last night it was raining so hard, The Doc said the interior smoking ban was lifted, for one night only, I sat inside the saloon, put my feet up, propped a cushion up behind my aching bones and sparked up the sweetest cigarette I've had in weeks.

It's the little things that make it all worthwhile.

Wish me luck, I'm pressing 'PUBLISH BLOG' now. x

Whoop Whoop It's the Sound of the Police

Photo 1... I didn't wanna get too cocky by taking photos of Custom officers with guns, so here is the blue flashing light!!

Photo 2... My office. Photo 3... Finisterre Headland, European mainlands most westerly point. . . Triffic......! A lump of rock with a lighthouse on it!! No problem guys, It's a pleasure.

Howdy, I hear it's raining on you guys in Blighty too, good, , , sincerely, , , good, very selfish of me I know, however 4 sunny days I've had since leaving, It's grinding a bit thin now, getting to The Doc too which ain't good.
Normally we would carry on sailing but we are holed up in the beautiful but boring Portosin. The reasons for being stranded here I will explain in due time. One saving grace is that the Club Nautico (the marina clubhouse) is very comfortable and hospitable, providing free wi-fi which to you or I, living in a 21st century western, modern culture, wouldn't seem too remarkable. But in Spain,,,,, VERY PRECIOUS commodity these radiobytes, This is the first place since the Wi-fi bar in La Coruna that I have been able to be Multimedia Texas Pete. I fear that I have lost the Multimedia way whilst at sea.. I will endevour to persevere... TELL US A STORY PETE!!!! I hear you cry,,,, Roight on, are you sitting comfortably? I will begin,

A long long time ago last Friday, The Doc and I were sailing from Finisterre to Portosin, an easy days sailing to explore another 'Ria' of Galicia.
After watching John Terry fall over and start crying (for the loss of his substantial bonus I presume) we spent Thursday a little hungover and set sail Friday morn.
The wind was blowing a steady 20 knots for the majority of the day from the North so it was a good opportunity to experiment with new sail configurations. I have found that sailing can be rather tedious if one's life isn't at risk through strong seas so the stimulation of messing with sails definately stimulates the addling mind of a sailor. Dolphins came to play again, Spanish Dolphins, it's lucky that my Spanish is improving.
So with a spinnaker pole attached to the genoa we were making a good 6 knots, yep! 6, that's SIX miles an hour more or less, and that's quite respectably quick! Life in the Fast Lane.
By the time we reched the last leg of the journey, the wind had dropped considerably, we came around the headland into the Ria Muros, which is home to our destined village of Portosin and decided to perform an M.O.B. (Man Over Board) procedure, which involves throwing a fender (one of those inflatable bumper things) overboard and then retrieving it as quickly as possible to prevent the poor fender from becoming hyperthermic, obviously in pretence that the fender substituting a fallen comrade. You get the picture.
Half an hour previously, a Spanish Coastal Patrol Ship ( like the Californian Highway Patrol- C.H.I.P.S - but S.P.I.C.S- nearly) had passed us in the opposite direction.
We were just about to commence M.O.B. practice number two, when the S.P.I.C.S steamed up to us Full Power, Large Fast Shark like Vessel, lights flashing, six guys with guns and Ray-Ban Aviators stood on the rails awaiting to board us and potentially, if they fancy, rip The Lady Fisher and all Her contents to pieces. Being as Sharp as I can possibly muster I had of course ingested The Docs prescribed medicine, because I could of course forsee the medicine cabinet being investigated. It's fortunate that I am skint or there would of been more medicine than I would of been comfortable with.
With the confidence of cleanliness on The Lady Fisher we obligingly 'Pulled Over' for the Boys in Blue. What happened next is not what the S.P.I.C.S were planning.
Obviously to 'Pull Alongside' something that is moving (i.e. Us) the vehicle that is approaching has to match BOTH SPEED AND DIRECTION- simple enough yeah! Ironically enough the Customs boat had A WOMAN BEHIND THE WHEEL (sorry girls- FACT) and she managed to get BOTH SPEED AND DIRECTION wrong approaching at an angle of 30 Degrees whilst accelerating,, the result Boys is of course,,,,,, She Fuckin Rammed Us!!! Nearly taking out MultiMedia Pete's Six-pack with Her 30 Tonne pointy end! Fortunately a stancion came to my rescue by takin the majority of the impact. So she tries again, nope! third time lucky! nope!!! This was all occuring in flat, calm conditions, and by this time Myself and The Doc are shouting "WTF" at the Rozzers and they're shouting back "Shut the Fk Up, We're the Rozzers with Guns Remember" so we stopped shouting!! Next up the S.P.I.C.S had to back off and get into their little inflatable 2-man boat and approach in a less violent manner.
All of the mayhem served us well as the dynamic had somewhat turned, Instead of half a dozen monkeys stomping all over us we had the Senior Officer and One Junior checking our passports and having a small search whilst I quizzed them about what they're gonna do about our broken stancion (The Doc doesn't speak Spanish).
At least the Monkeys- sorry-Authorities didn't rip The Good Lady Fisher and Her contents to pieces unprofitably looking for a bust. The incompetence of the Captain (yes, She was the Captain, 25ish 5'7" tight transom, hot really, just a shit driver) saved my Guitar from a full body search.
That is why we are holed up in Beautiful,Boring Portosin, awaiting the Customs Insurance Company to assess and fix The Docs' broken stantion. which has obviously pissed him off no end, They ram Us but we gotta sit around a shit town paying mooring fees somewhere we don't wanna be waiting for them to be predictably slow and beurocratic about it. I'm fine waiting and bloggin and fixing other things on the boat (rain permitting, it's horizontal at the mo so I'm bloggin) but I'm afraid The Docs' coolness is a tad frayed.
If anyone can send me a morale to this story I'd like to hear from you, cause I'm damned if I can think of anything to be learned from it excluding that ingestion of The Docs Medicine can lead to a well chilled Multimedia Texas Pete, but Hey, tell your Granny to suck an egg.
Dickheads!

"And Now, Back to the Studio for the Weather."

"It's Spitting"

Wozon Land Lubbers

Back on dry land, well, nearly dry, been raining lots see!
So much has changed since my last installment.
I have finally managed to get sailing again which is the reason there has been no bloggin goin on,
I don't really know where to start,
The Captain! why not start there, Dr Iain Thomas, what a cool dude, no shouting, instructional, well mannered, dislikes mornings as much as I, One quality skipper really, genuinely thankful for the work I have done on The Lady Fisher (pics following), Yes indeed I am learning lots about this sailing lark from Iain, and what is cool is the trust He has in Myself to do the jobs/tasks/actions that are required, a good double act for the task in hand which is cruising the Galician Coastline of Spain, A very striking coastline known locally as Costa Del Morte, Coast of Death!!!!
For the past week we have been taking gentle day sails 30-40 mile short hops, exploring as much as possible, somedays mooring up in the harbours, somedays taking a berth at a Marina to restock water/gas/fuel etc. If I remember correctly we left La Coruna a week ago (Saturday 17th) Sailed to Laxe, a small fishing town with a gorgeous long sandy beach, I took the opportunity to spend most of Sunday running it, shakin out some Cabin Fever, I had the mile long beach to myself, awesome, cramped up on Tuesday, but hey, No Pain No Gain.
Monday was another short hop, 30 odd miles to Camarinas, the winds and tides havent been favourable so these short hops are 5-8 hour sails, just taking enough of the day to tire but not knacker out Texas Pete or THE DOC.
Dolphins visit most days, getting bored of them now, not one of them has balanced a ball or jumped through any hoops for us, just swim and click, click and swim.
All of the harbours we have visited are teaming with fish, a majority are Grey Mullet, not the tastiest in the ocean but they jump about all around the boat teasing me so by dropping various food products overboard I quickly established that sardines in tomato sauce was the suitably enticing bait. Almost a full tin of sardines and two hours later I got one, sardine on a three pronged hook was my weapon of choice, what happened next just scared me, the fish, not huge, not small- 15 inch ish- bit through the metal barbs of my hook to leave me with a mutilated hook, Now I was pissed, out came the artillery, multiple shrimp lures, I was pleased to see the fishes fighting for my lure, 30 seconds later I had a bite, brand new stronger hooks, this fish wasnt getting away, after a minute of play I lifted my biggest ever catch out of the water, I then unfortunately hesitated to look around the boat to see where was best to land this beast, after seeing his mate bite through metal I wasnt planning on losing a toe for the sake of dinner, all of this happened in alot less time than it has taken to type and as I hesitated with the fish half in half out it escaped. Texas Pete -0 Fishes- 2, the battle may be lost but guaranteed you will see photographic proof of my aquatic victory very soon, as for now I have been outwitted.
So I wanted the photos down here but the bloggods put them at the top .
Photo 1... Chart of Galician Coastline What I Be Navigating .
Photo 2... The Lady Fisher, Compact and Bijoux.
Photo 3... Captain Doctor Iain Thomas. My Life is in His Hands/His Life is in Mine!
Photo 4... A Typical Marina Pontoon.
Video... The Harbour at Portosin.

It's getting late, My blogging ain't as quick as it used to be, I got sea legs but fishy fingers! my typing has been less than elegant, I have to go and cook for THE DOC, sometimes we go to a cafebar or restaurante but It's always a gastronomic anticlimax, so I made the pact with THE DOC that He supplies good ingredients and I create something better than my Huevos Buttie!!
Chicken wrapped in ham, brie and apricots last night, mmmm I'm so talented.
Thanx for listening,
More tomorrow as we are in Portosin for a while . I will explain tomorrow, It involves the Police!!!!!!!!!!! The Sea Police,,,,,, The Spanish Sea Police!!!!!
TUNE IN....
Thanks again, I Love you all.

New Horizons,

This was the last time I saw Kirsty, leaving La Coruna, I'll be in the same position in a couple of days I hope, leaving this town behind. I'm definately looking forward to sailing with Ian, I may actually get round to learning some skills above the need to know basis of former skippers, still unaware of his future agenda, whether it's a slow jaunt down the Portugese coast, stopping in for adventures or if we are sailing direct to the Algarve or the Med, Greek Island sailing sounds intriquing or Morocco or Indeed I'd dearly love to cross the Atlantic to Cuba, Barbados.

The future is most definately unwritten,

I've just worked out my failing Videos are too large in filesize so I will ensure following vids are recorded at 320*240 rather than 640*480. Multimedia tips from the hippy.

I will of course send a last blog before departing, but until then I had better start preparing the yacht for Ians return and our departure.

Take Care You Pesky Kids.

x

Take A Walk With Me...

Good Morning Britain,

I was bored this morning, supposed to be siliconing the yachts windows but it's raining AGAIN. The rest of Spain come here to cool down when it's a bit sticky in the south, I can understand why, I've got my coat on, it's May, it's Spain! Muy frustrado Amigos.

So todays Blog looks at my neighbourhood, Spanish Fishing Boats and Spanish Egg Sarnies. The 1st video is a bit long but like I said I was bored, and I've charged up my new rechargable batteries and wanted to see how long they lasted.

Apologies for not bloggin more regularly but BAD NEWS MAN! As Texas Pete was busking the other day, a lady came and told me how she enjoys seeing me instead of the usual street scum, (Texas Petes Translation services) I told Her to get out of the way and that She's ruinin my mojo,,,, Jokin guys,,, I said thanks of course or indeed "Gracias, Te usted muy amable" and spent a couple of minutes humouring Her. Cheered up from this amiable encounter with a Hot Spanish Chica I found a lilt of celebration in my usual dulcit tones. Then wham bam gracias maman,,,,,,, the police busted me man,,, 2/3 weeks I've been merrily doin a bit a day for a few euros then to the supermarket for a bit of nosh, back to the boat to do a bit of reparations and happy Texas. I hit the backstreets for a day or two but got nothing but broken strings out of the experience and a paranoia complex about Senor Rozzers taking my Takemine. I've been sad Dearest Reader. No shillings to wi-fi my stories, the hunger in my stomach was only a drop in the proverbial OCEAN of melancholy in comparison to the bitter angst of not being able to blog.

Then after a couple of skint days the unimaginable happened, I ran out of Golden Virginia!!!! No Fags. Because I don't smoke on the boat there wasn't even a couple of largish butts in the ashtray to recycle! c'mon! who hasn't. I had to get the Crystals out, not to heal myself cosmically to a note of Ohhhmmmm minor , I had to sell some pendants. No sooner had I got them on deck to dust off the cobwebs I needed a brew, no ciggys see, gotta put something in ur gob when you're working with cosmic energies, It stops any bad vibes entering if there is a roll-up or a brew in the way, In I went to make a brew, came back out and theres all the neighbours being curious, nosey Scandinavians,,,, Hang on,,,Rich Nosey Scandinavians,, Half an hour later I had a cold brew and 20 euros in my sky (rocket - pocket), 20 minutes after that, a large roll-up and a mains battery charger for my camera!!! Priorities Pete Priorities.

So there I was skint again!! 3 Euros, and rechargable batteries, so my next dilemma was to buy some food or go to the wi-fi bar to Blog my BlogFans, Bug my BigFans, Bag my BogFans,

Because I Am MultiTasking Texas Pete, I can have my cake and eat it too. Bread and Yogurt, I gotta couple of eggs on the yacht, 1 Euro 40 centimes left over, Cafe con leche at the wi-fi bar, 1 Euro 35 centimos. There it is, Video footage and a story for you guys instead of butter for my butty . I sometimes wish I never knew any of ya nevermind wishing that me and Mr Dell Latitude cpx with Windows XP supported by Service Pack 3 had ever met.

My Coffee was drunk before Windows had booted, I wonder how long I can last before I get kicked out for loitering with internet intent.

My 1st New video hasn't uploaded yet and thanks to my new batteries, there are a further 2 Videos to follow. The 1st of which are pretty spanish fishing boats, which the Cornish would prefer to see me shooting with a rocket launcher rather than my Samsung D860 (ref: European Fishing Quotas). The 2nd of which is a Spanish Lesson in Gastronomy: Lesson 1: Bocadillo de Huevo.

My Latest Skipper is back from England tomorrow, I don't wanna give His yacht back, I suppose I could change the locks! I'm sure that I have enough nautical experience by now to push it to another parking spot. That's real nautical terminology,

You wanna know the best thing about Spain so far,, Artichokes in yer bag of frozen mixed veg, Incredible.

The waiter just asked how my Mum is! He maybe trying to beat the Artichokes to the top of the list.

Artichokes: Falmouth Student Hits First Bong. 1st Video not working, I'll try #2.

Anyhow, IF, I let the Skipper come aboard my yacht tomorrow I reckon We'll be sailing into the sunset quite soon. The Global Positioning System engineers are coming Monday to fix some technical problems. Who needs them or indeed IT, I know where I am, even if they do fix it, I bet it won't be able to tell me that I have been here too long. Into the blue yonder soon, I'll have to get my Portugese sorted, I dont think a Cockney talking Spanish at them will go down too well.

When I jumped ship all those weeks ago, an Irish bloke called Dave and His brother Nick (also Irish, incidentally) called me over and gave me a cold beer, an oasis in my personal desert. I have just received his email so I think it would be a grand idea (and humorous) if you could ALL email him and say thanks for giving MultiMedia Texas Pete a cold tinny, I know He would appreciate it. oldwoodboat@gmail.com NICE ONE GEEZERS.

Who remembers Kirsty? my shipmate on the Harlekin. . . . Well. . .Captain Cock, on arrival in Palma after a full weeks sailing all the way around the Iberian Peninsula, La Coruna to Mallorca just 1 night stopover in Gibraltar, woke poor Kirsty at 8am and told her she had a half hour to get the f**k off the yacht!!!!! I'm mighty glad I left him when I did, It could of been nasty!!!! The good news is, after a long hike she found an lovely Hostel with swimming pool and all the mod cons,, Nice 1 Kirsty, She rox, I wonder if I'll ever see her again.

Again this wonder of modern life fails me miserably, maybe the Dolphins don't wanna go world wide webbing,

I have managed to lose todays draft of the blog aswell, I told you all about my exquisite treatment of the woodwork aboard The Lady Fisher .....(Ians yacht that I'm squatting, nice name, no not Ian, The Lady Fisher! mind you I havent caught any fish yet, getting a bit pissed off cause I spent my last £20 in TRAGO BLOODY MILLS on a fishing rod and tackle)..... and after rubbing and oiling timbers I took a long walk around the headlands of Galicia with a pleasant sea breeze cooling the 25 degree sunshine. went to the stadium of Deportiva La Coruna, I enjoy the Spaniards passion for footy, I also enjoy telling them I'm a Cornish Champion, they're about as impressed as you lot, 12 long years it took to win that bit of silverware, I suppose if I was any good I would of won it sooner.

So back to Spain! found a new Wi-fi bar, the owner of the last was complaining about his electricity so I sacked him and found a vibrant backstreet wonder, as I write this Hayseed Dixie are on the stereo and the locals are wondering why the freak in the corner has a rather large smile on his face,

The reason is of course that I ended up backstage with them at their recent gig in Exeter, what a night, and now I'm chuckling just to reinforce the locals thoughts. Gig was courtesy of MOUNT WISE MOTORS if any of you have a wonky wagon i heartily weccomend Lee Watsons way of wepairing wobbly windscreen wipers,

The Dolphins have loaded so I'm gonna sign off before my laptop crashes.

Chao todos.

Dolphin Friendly Tuna

This was just awesome, no words to describe really except those of a poet trying to out-do nature, I'm not one of them so enjoy, I hope this blog thing lets you guys grab this video and enjoy it fully at your own leisure. This Video Didn't appear here as I wanted, Apparently it's at the bottom of your scrolling device.

I'd like to save the dolphins but I'm afraid I cannae swim,

I'd like to save the Planet but I'm far too bloody dim

I'd put a stop to Racism,

I'd put a stop to crime,

I'd call a halt on dypsomania,

but I havent got the time.

I'm running outta time in La Coruna, I just wanna spend every spare moment (like you guys) online but that means paying the Wi-Fi bar owner for beers or coffee and you all know I drinks too much coffee, plus the expense.

I got an 8mega pixel camera a multi usb port, a host of cables, Two Flash drives, a pen and paper incase all else fails and of course my beautiful guitar. Requests are always welcome thanks to Multimedia Texas Pete (copyright 1972)

The busking here is getting tedious, time to move on, I get paid for Pink Floyd and Mr. Marley and nothing else, however it affords me food and Wi-Fi access, normally I'd be partying with the spanish but I find myself glued to the screen of Senor Dell y Senor Windows. If anyone has any notion of how I can turn travelling laptops into money then please feel obliged to hand over the information at what is discerningly less than gunpoint.

I have already thought of getting a parrot and doing the tourist photo thing, but parrots are scarce in these difficult times.

I wanna go home to broadband unlimited.

this is 'MY FIRST COMPUTER' ..... who remembers TOMY products!

I'm not just facebooking, this is the future and I'm not getting left behind.

Multimedia Texas Pete.(copyright 1972) Gif, Jpg, RGB, sRGB, mov, Pdf, etc etc, come on everyone ,, Learn your p.c's, your kids will be takin the piss out of ya soon, I'm all over these files ,, except the dll. ones, I dont touch them!!! O.k. Hands up who wants another video. Ah just Claire, seems like one is good enough for me.

So while this Video is Uploading, (it takes at least one local beer) I'll tell ya a story,

As you lovely lads and lasses may or may not know, my mum is recovering from a sub arrachnoid haemmorage (autospell please), so I've been feeling like I should/could be doing more for Her,

My Mum is a devout Catholic, so yesterday after a really poor days buskin, I passed by the church to have a chat with my mums mate Mr God.

My Intentions were unintentional, if you know what I mean, Pop in, say Hi, light a candle for Mother and ask Him to look after her, Ten Minutes later I'm having a proper pop at the Lord Almighty, how dare He put my Mum (and my cancerous Dad last year) through the disabilitating condition they have/are going through as life long friends/devotees of the fella, and why am I bothering spending my time in His house talking to Him.

It's the afterlife folks,

Be good to each other, redemption isn't always instant, so if any of you are that way inclined, say a prayer for my Ma, just a speedy recovery, she's a bit lost in Her wonderful ways...........

Thanks, I'm feeling like a loser cause I'm not there for Her but all our Mum's want us to be happy no matter where or what we're doing so buckle up and make the most of every second, because a sub arrachnoid haemmorage may be just around the corner like a bus. We Love Ours Mums. xxxx

And Mr. God can wait until I meet Him Face To Face. That's gonna be Interesting.

I wonder if Dolphins are as intelligent as we think,????

I wonder if we are as intelligent as we think,????

after all, as far as dogs go, who goes to the supermarket for food,? who gets pulled around on a chain? who stands by the door waiting for who to let One out? Who picks up the poo for one another? I've certainly not seen the nicest Labrador package my shit on an idyllic spring morn. Let alone RUB MY BELLY!!

Who's collecting the white dog poo??? There's none in Spain either, Columbians I reckon, £50 a gram, Ha HAaaagggh GOOD SHIT DUDE.

Conspiracy theories please.

Blag My Blog, Bing My Bong, Bang My Bung,,,,, no, don't do that. Damn internet is not letting the Dolphin Video upload which is the whole reason I'm 4 beers to the worse, maybe tomorrow,,,

Maybe tomorrow I'll wanna settle down,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, Littlest Hobo,,,,,,,What a tune,

It's kinda cool here in La Coruna, proper spanish city, No full english brekkies, no Del and Rodney Trotter, no nurds on the streets offering me a free shooter with my first beer, but it's very rich, not that Multimedia Texas Pete (copyright 1972)

Hey Y'All

This is from me to the rest of the world, hoping to share with you the things I find interesting as a travelling buffoon.
Please enjoy my blog.
If you Don't enjoy this then Please tell me
If you Do enjoy this blog then please tell others.


At the moment I am living on a little yacht in La Coruna Marina, awaiting the return of my Skipper from England. On His return, I do believe the plan is to leisurely sail the Portugese coast just heading generally south. I would like to talk Ian into crossing the Atlantic rather than heading to the Mediterranean however these choices are of course the Skippers. I'm not going to say no to a summer in the Med.
As some of you may or may not know I have recently changed my plans of sailing to Mallorca with the yacht Harlekin as I found the skipper a tad too highly strung and of course tight, he charged Kirsty (the other deckhand) for tampons on return from the supermarket with supplies, not my kind of dude.
So now my agenda is less stressfull which affords me time to do this blogging lark.
I will upload more video footage and photographs as the blog progresses but so far its taken 28 minutes to upload this one video, I had just woken if any of you think that I'm looking anything less than shipshape.
Coming soon will be amazing video footage of a school of Dolphins happy enough to associate with us across the Bay of biscay,
Also some photos of La Coruna, I'm enjoying my time here as it is simply a Spanish City without the debauchery of Continental Tourism, I haven't seen a Full English Breakfast or a skimpily clad schoolgirl offering me free shooters or God bless em an evening with Del and Rodney Trotter et al.