….If you were wondering where I’ve been. Not a very nice boat, a sort of shed-like barge full of spiders, where everything is broken, where the shower is cold, and the water randomly shuts off, and-no i wont go on. Do you know the Johnny Clarke poem Chicken Town? Well it’s like that but on a boat.
It belongs to my brother’s girlfriend and obviously she plans to fit it out and fix it up, and generally make it a nice place to live, but first it needed bringing up to our area, through about seventy locks, and past two pubs that wouldn’t serve us any food. It was a bit ‘get me off this sodding boat’ at times, but it was also fun to be chugging along with chumms, and eating cornflakes on the bow.