By telling me how you will have a worse day (lighthearted thread, so you know, no death, politics, or illness)
I am on a ship coming back from the Gulf, heading home to blighty. The Sun is shining, the World didnt end yesterday, however soon I will wish it had for RFA Fort Rosalie is running out of booze.
The crew bar has five crates of lager. Wine and spirits are dwindling, and there is no chance of a re-supply till we get back to Britain in January. So the proud sailors of the RFA will add one more plaudit to our battle honours ‘A sober Christmas, at sea!’
We would have to find an enterprising NCO and something to distill first We will know the end times have come when we find ourselves staring at the bottle of gin and getting ready to drink it neat (We are out of mixers too).
mI’m working on a boat in the gulf of Mexico where no booze is allowed whatsoever. This is the 2nd year now where I’ve been out working on the boat on Christmas day, and I’m going to miss new year’s as well. And there’s not even any work to be done so I’m really just a seat-warmer, which is kind of sad because at least if there was work to do I wouldn’t be able to be sad and lonely (preoccupied, you know).
Any chance the ship could sustain a groin injury and have to pull into the nearest port long enough for somebody to slip off to the local BevMo and pick up a pallet of booze?
We will know the end times have come when we find ourselves staring at the bottle of gin and getting ready to drink it neat (We are out of mixers too).
