If you’re of a certain age, you now have a terrible TV comedy theme-song running in your head. I’m sorry. The combination of a tour and a nautical setting was irresistible.
I honestly have no idea how long the actual tour would be. I’d sure like to find out, though, even at the cost of constantly clobbering myself on the beams.
Sigh. Oh, to travel and smell the sea again (yes, I know that’s the stink of things thrown up on the shore rotting– it’s a different kind of rot to the local one).
“Faffing about with my projected self-publishing foolishness” is, it appears, going to be the default setting for a while. Illustrations are being illustrated. I’ve set up a writer account on Kindle, Apple and a couple of others. I’m looking at local sourcing for the printing of physical copies.
So… the next few updates are likely to be down to three columns, just to avoid repetetive redundancy reiteration.
Also– day off tomorrow, and I need to relax, so there’s probably no film appearing after this.
Yes, it’s meant to be a humorous song reference. It’s not dating myself, because it’s a popular song from well after my prime song-absorbing years.
Another dated reference is that episode of The Simpsons in which we’re given a vision to the future, and someone comments on the wrong turn taken by commercial aircraft designers, followed by what I think was a Caprioni multi-wing oddity.
I kind of agree with the sentiment that we’re missing out with our well-tested, computer-verified airplane shapes.
Today’s pen is a nod to the North American tradition of wearing a green thing on St. Patrick’s Day. I also whipped up a stupid thing to put onto a social media header for the day: Godzilla vs. Begorrah!
As long as Jet Jaguar or Minya don’t show up, it’s bound to be good
What's up at Ravens March. 
