Friday, March 4, 2011
It would appear that the three musketeers who attempt to write for this Diablog, have found the first, and probably last thing, they have in common.
Apparently we all like sailing, although in Glynsky's case I believe his exploits were more to do with sailing close to the wind, rather than any great nautical expertise.
When I was younger and perhaps even more nubile than now, I used to go sailing every year on the 'Norfolk Broads', and very grateful I was to all of them.
I have shown below an award I received from two grateful ex girlfriends shown left and right of the photo, for services rendered.
Most of you know that NORWICH is the county town of Norfolk, as well as being a well known Acronym named after my youthful exploits.
I am far too sensitive to reveal what it stands for, but if an answer is required please contact Glynsky direct.
To this day I still receive photos from some of my ex wives who still live there.
At other times I have even attempted sailing on water, and have nearly drowned Dr Death The Dentist, on several occasions, so I have proof.
However perhaps my most recent boating incident involved the man whose title adorns the name of the Diablog.
I was bringing my boat along the Grand Union Canal at a very sedate speed when Glynsky fell overboard.
Most of the crew aboard screamed at me to:
'run the bastard over with the propeller,'
and in fact it was only the screams of Mrs Glynskette that made me stop.
Apparently, she was late in renewing some life insurance policy of his, and needed him alive for another few days.
So near yet so far....