Monday, 2 March 2015

My first ship

FD Deck cadet-ship vessel.
OK so she's not technically my first ship, that special title is reserved for this little beauty:

I worked across the fleet as a steward.
Which, and I never imagined myself saying this about a 48,000 GT ferry, I remain inordinately fond of.

Nostalgic recollection often brings to mind the following:

How small the cosmos (a kangaroo's pouch would hold it), how paltry and puny in comparison to human consciousness, to a single individual recollection, and its expression in words! I may be inordinately fond of my earliest impressions, but then I have reason to be grateful to them. They led the way to a veritable Eden of visual and tactile sensations.

Now, bear with me, this is my first post after all, I can only make the following promises:

Nabokov, will appear as and when required.

My own writing style cannot match, his expressiveness, articulation or command of the English language, although I will make the effort, and in doing so turn these posts into their own 'veritable Eden'.

Now with that nostalgic aside, what now follows is the advice that I myself am going to take to sea, it should also be useful to anyone who serendipitously meanders their way into this blog: