Instead I find myself on board the vast container ship
‘Uninspiring’ sailing, with questionable seaworthiness, along the straightest
of Straits headed up by a crew of members who seem to be making it up as they go
along. Their main concern is the bottom (plimsoll) line, keeping a lid on every
container and flexing the Whip. It has windowless cabins with no vision.
To keep it afloat there have been many casualties; tenants
have been left high and dry; arts and culture, sports and health have been
offloaded; the place is overrun with rats as the rat catcher was made to walk
the plank and the gangways are rotting because the highways department was traded. The only thing left for staff to do is to collect up the
rubbish, weekly, and announce it on the ships tannoy, over and over and over.
But! Splice the mainbrace!......there is hope on the horizon. Fortunately others aboard this grey vessel also speak of that visionary, ocean bound liner.
There’s mutiny afoot and I know where I’m nailing my flag –
HMS Brentwood AHOY!