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    Whichever way you look at it, arrogance is an ignorant savage, and is always readily identifiable by it’s absence of education, courtesy and grace.
    Project miniature, hatchet of the year, you knock on his door, he’s busy with an e and e’s snorting lines 1, 2, 3 off the monitor, e’s watching you, as you stop for tea, e don’t open the door, is he asleep? No he’s watching the monitor with the CCTV and the secret microphones placed in the trees and benches, and next to the coffee machine. He watches where people gather, now they know there’s microphones around and gets his mate to put them under the table where we sit, and
    next time he sees you he repeats what you’ve just discussed with someone else, things he could never know, because he knows nothing about your trades, he knows nothing about anything, except trouble making, as everything is worth nothing to him

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    Then Bobby Crankshaft the mechanic, asks Jackson Drawknife the Sparmaker to follow him into the container, as they pass a box ,out jumps the Project Miniature, jerk- in-a-box, so tiresome and infantile and hard work, if you’re an adult doing a hard day’s work.
    Then you’re about to go home and you wash up, when you come back the bodyguard mechanic Hiram B Knuckledragger III and the project hatchet, the tiresome double act have hidden your coat or bag or car keys, so funny at 8 years old, or take the afternoon or evening when he squirts his water pistol at everybody ( I’m not making this up), and then, who makes work for idle hands? They sit in the bar dreaming up lies and insults together , (Dear reader it remains to be seen if they can take it, as badly as they dish it out), and return to harass someone, bobby crankshaft leads, goading you on and Psycho joins in, their badly rehearsed, bad jokes at your expense , you try not to rise to the bait, after all your here to do a job, but it’s twice as hard when you have to put up with this hotshot tosspot ego, with his evil smirk and childish ways , why do people take an instant dislike to him?, it saves time ; he doesn’t get it ,“what do you mean?” he squeaks “ I don’t understand” when you meet him you’ll understand.

  3. #178

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    this tread is just about over, i find some photos now & again
    but the story is mostly told
    heres a wedding reception
    it takes a lot to produce the floating dolce vita

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    I got together with a gorgeous Somali model, Juliette, who had been brought up ina finishing school in San Remo, paid for by gangsters. She was very confused andlonely. Her parents had just died in the Somali war. She had her own hairdresser andchauffeured car, along with other benefits, but in return she was hired out to hang on thearm of people like Gadaffi to make them appear to be human. After years of that thegangsters demanded that she have sex with the customers. She refused and theydropped her; stopped supporting her, no car, no apartment, no new clothes, nohairdresser, no food, no money. So she was floundering around trying to make a livingpainting and sleeping on people’s boats. She wouldn’t steal, but she was trying tounderstand her past – her lifestyle had been paid for by thieves. We didn’t last longtogether, as I had the feeling that something terrible was going to happen so I stoppedseeing her. 200 years ago my family had lived in Northumbria, England. There was a bookwritten about them, Devil Water, by Anya Seton. I had searched for this book for yearswith no luck, I found 2 copies in Antibes Market. I was going around town to the barstrying to find work, as this is where you would find all the boat crews. I drove withJuliette to Nice, where we spoke to the owner of the Black Swan, who was a nicehelpful guy, quite different from a lot of the boat owners. I asked for day work, I left myCV around but after weeks of searching, nothing. I thought that if I had taken arotovator to the pontoon, started it up and let it go up the gangplanks of some of theyachts and asked for work, the response would be the same. There are a lot of mean,nasty, vicious yacht owners in Antibes, which is probably how some of them got thecash to buy their boats. I saw Iduna there. She was a De Fries Lentsch Dutch eighty ft. steel ketch I had

  5. #180

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    A museum had a competition every year to see if anyone could cover their boatswith a tarpaulin and paint them with wood preserver, but no one had ever managed it,so all their boats were rotten, a lot of museums employ people who are terrified ofchange, so they think they are keeping everything as it is, but they are too dumb torealise the things are rotting, and they deny it, because change for them is major trauma,do you think I am being cynical, these are deep observations from decades studyingpeoples behaviour that I try to present to you as comedy because that is what you want. Ferdi D was not bright enough to realise you can use trolleys on workshop floors,he insisted everybody gave him a hand in a human chain moving coal for the forge, ashe had done over a boats gunnel where its hard to use a trolley, he thought he was still atsea, on land, I left him to it, the work is hard enough without idiots making it harder. Kathleen and May had run around with the Irene, fifty years before, but it neverhappened; we didn’t get the work. There were a few untrained clowns in that yard andnone of them appear to have trained as shipwrights. Even though they claimed to be,none of them had ever built a big boat in wood. Mostly bluff and bluster. Some of themknew their stuff but the boss was a chancer. I worked out that he was a rigger. That washis thing. He wasn’t a boatbuilder.We put a new hardwood deck on the Garlandstone, a west country trading ketch,similar to the Millbay I had grown up on. The boss had let the stern of the boat dropaway and it looked terrible but he didn’t care; he didn’t know how to keep a boat inshape. We stayed, my girl and I, in a B & B up the road, and I stayed for a while in thelittle cottages that made up the Morwellham Quay. The idea was the place and the boat were presented like a hundred years ago withbusty serving wenches and whinging handymen. I worked with a great guy, Johnny Mills, one of the few people who knew what hewas doing who now runs the Falmouth Marine School Boatbuilding, who kindly lent ushis car, and my mate Jamie Green, who’d grown up in Brightlingsea next to Wivenhoe. One night we joined a pub quiz as a team. We couldn’t win. The team who wonincluded the wife of the person who set the questions. We weren’t welcome anyway; they only want your money in Cornwall. A lot of them hate the English because yearsago Cornwall was not part of England, but you don’t hear the English complainingabout the Romans. The overall impression I got from the yard in Gloucester was a bunch of drugaddicts who didn’t really care about the work. None of them were trained shipwrights,only the Danish guys who worked there on and off. One night I said to the boss I was glad to work there. He told me to eff off. Hesaid he didn’t care if I was employed or not. What a surprise. So I went to fit out alighter barge on the Thames for a mate of mine.We left Gloucester and headed for Kerry in Ireland.

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    [COLOR=var(--primary-text)]The yacht had been converted into a ketch from a Bermudan cutter in the 60s, the stainless steel honeymoon years, just before they all got into bed with fibreglass, which along with aluminium have to be some of the most ugly and dangerous postwar products. But I’m bound to be distressed by these things as my modus operandi is beauty and strength rather than speed and ugly design. All this junk hardware had to be replaced with new bronze hull, deck, interior and mast fittings. The electrolytic blight orchestra, the giveaway rivulet rain tracks and many other details I learnt from 29 years surveying wooden boats. Some of the photos on Lulworth and Patience were taken by Catherine Libeert a photographer from brussels, who regularly brought us Belgian chocolates. One day Poland beat Italy at football, when you’re in charge it pays to know the fixtures even if you don’t follow football, next day one of the poles dropped a steel frame on his foot with a vodka hangover, so for a month part of his work, hobbling on a broom was gluing up old hull planks, he was was to be kept working wearing leather sandals, I told him to get some steel toe capped working boots, I didn’t want to send him off the job because the team was welding tight, we could only use 10 old planks, if the yard on the Riviera had put a tarpaulin on the hull 20 years ago we could have used 150 old teak planks, what’s the difference in cost between that & a tilt, that yard reckoned they were the restoration yard in the Med, but tarpaulins obviously weren’t the only things they were pig ignorant about. I made a new 2 ton keel & gripe cut out of solid opepe, and a new keel, deadwoods, counter, stem, sternpost. The Italian companies could not deliver iroko keels, 30 ft. long x 3ft. wide x 10 or 20 inches thick, so I measured and ordered it from Barchards in Hull, 25 tons of it, to do the centreline & beams, etc. We made lodging, hanging knees in way of mast, double teak beamshelves, web plate knees, mast step. In one month I bored the sterntubes on Lulworth & Patience. I caulked all of Patience. I made a building board, joining 6 x 1 inch planks longer than the boat on the ground, painting it white, for marking out all the deckbeams, I fixed the board level above the boat, dropping the lines down to the boat, I could not hang it off the scaffolding roof which blew about in the wind. The battens hanging from the building board represent the main deck beams, not th



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    I had been working under the arches at Kew Bridge building loudspeaker cabinets for rock bands. I made the routing jigs too for all the guys to use and we made the cabinets of birch and gaboon plywood. I layed the concrete floor in the workshop, I had learnt to do this making swimming pools in Norfolk.

    When I got involved with a lovely Frenchwoman I wanted to stay with her, so I thought I better get a long term job. I'd heard about the Brentford yard so I went along to ask for a job as a labourer. It didn't occur to me to be a shipwright or yacht joiner; when I asked the boss for a job he jokingly said to me you can replace our shipwright, a south coast trained guy who had just left. I thought he was joking but six months later I was a shipwright. The boss said I'd become a boat builder overnight and a year later I was the shipwright foreman.
    I had studied hundreds of boats and lived on them most of my life so I knew how they went together. I'd studied every book I could find: I knew how to rig them and when I started work at that yard in Brentford it all came together. I found something I was very good at and it became my career. What a surprise, I worked with my girlfriend.
    Brentford is where I learned the main shipwright techniques. I made spile boards, patterns, jigs, planks ,frames ,floorboards ,panels, roofs, decks, shearing, bulkheads ,linings. The boats were usually elm or steel bottoms 3" x 7' x 6” to 30” wide bottom planks, fastened across the boat to steel or wrought iron knees which were also fastened to the first strake, the chine. The first strake was slightly angled. The rest of the oak side hull planks were slab sided until the top strake, which was angled in. The forward and aft planks were mostly steamed in a steambox that was.fed by a fire made of old planks and anything else, sometimes started with paraffin. These oak planks were very difficult to steam into place as there was any amount of junk either side of every boat or on the dockside over the water. Tanks, boards, panels, plywood, cupboards taken out of the boat to get to the hulls to repair them, fridges, cookers, a car or van, trolleys, baskets, oil drums, water containers. You could barely find a way through the yard sometimes. Bicycles and motorbikes, stacks of oak, elm, pine, mahogany. If you can steam 2 inch thick by 10 inch wide oak 25 foot long planks round the bow of a narrowboat you can probably steam them around most boats because the bows of narrowboats have sharp shoulders. And the smell of fresh steamed oak soaked in linseed oil in the sunshine is great along with tobacco ,red lead and creosote. It smells great though dangerous.
    We replaced cratch beams, foredecks, stern decks, cabins, beams, gunnel caps, and counter blocks. The whole world of narrowboats is very particular. Apart from us repairing them there didn't seem to be many people who repaired them on the canals in southern England. The other yards mostly did interior work.

    Some of these narrowboat owners go to odd lengths to buy replica tollgate tickets from 100 years ago. Some of them dress up like people from 100 years ago. One guy walked into the yard and asked if we had a narrowboat. He had bought an old clapped out engine , maybe 60 years old a Bolinder, the holy grail for these boat owners. With a faraway look in his eye and his hand on his wallet we could tell he was serious.

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