Here Ye! Hear Ye! Let it be known to all ye that reads this that thou be the scurviest and doggie-est of all the scurvy dogs that thar be.
Do Not Read Ye No Further if Ye'ar Weak at Heart! Or a Landlubber!
First thing ye gots to know is that the sea is a fair maiden. aye! She is a bewitching fair beauty
But she'll just as soon toss and leave ya in the gutter as bring ya fortune.
Many men have tried, but it takes a stout heart and a steel will to ride the ocean blue. Arrrrrrg! Me peg legs botherin me!
It's about life, Ye yello-bellied dog! What ya think I've been a tellin to ya
Now listen up, this part is important, It's about Davey Jones' locker. Aye, shiver me timbers!
Ya gots to get yerself onto a ship, first off and then you;ll learn a thing or two Arrr
Go on down to Ye Olde Hat Shoppe and get yerself a good fittin topper for yer noggin
Watch out for the steam machines and their fancifull ships
Arrrrrrrrrrrrrg
The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.
My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.
Scurvy Lizard
Before living in Red Sea House I lived in Loudon Square for about three years. Before that I lived for a long long time in Angelina Street in a seaman's boarding house. There were two or three men to one room, and nine or ten sharing a bathroom. We'd go back and forward to sea.
I worked with many of the men in Red Sea House on ships over the years. We often talk together about our lives. I've lived in Cardiff since 1958. I flew here from Somaliland via Aden. It was expensive then - my brother helped me.
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