Meanwhile back at the Assembly Hall ~ and this is pure Boeing ~ I discover I've not so much ordered two starboard pontoons, as built them.
Cast round like Basil Fawlty looking for someone to blame, settling on calling the universe out:
Colin What the fuck... why've you done this to me?
Universe Ha ha ha... it's what I do, man! You been listening to Goethe again!
After an interlude banging my head on a wall I decide to list one online amongst the personals: 'Starboard pontoon in same-sex r'ship WLTM port pontoon for days at the seaside. No smokers'.
Ed. Colin is taking a long break and yoga-class as he's not yet forgiven the universe.
