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SpanishOmelette
23 Aug - 21:53
Praise God for this day... nice warm weather

SpanishOmelette
20 Aug - 23:10
NP sweet mumkin. Your company is lovely. I apologize again for late respons!

Mim
15 Aug - 18:03
sorry for slow reesponses on forum..I am back

SpanishOmelette
15 Aug - 17:48
Hewwo Sorry about VERY late reply, but thankyou for these quotes

I shall contribute. Can't remember who wrote this...

"Your religion should be less of a theory, and more of a love affair."

Mim
15 Aug - 17:43
“Success is nothing more than a few simple disciplines, practiced every day.”
― Jim Rohn

Mim
11 Aug - 20:12
“Don't ever give up.
Don't ever give in.
Don't ever stop trying.
Don't ever sell out.
And if you find yourself succumbing to one of the above for a brief moment,
pick yourself up, brush yourself off, whisper a prayer, and start where you left off.
But never, ever, ever give up.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich

Mim
11 Aug - 13:55
“Fall seven times, stand up eight.” – Japanese Proverb


Mim
27 Jul - 01:37
I love you

Mim
15 Jul - 02:38
here's to a new day xxxx

Mim
05 Jul - 17:51
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26 - The Squeewee Chronicles - Voyage of "Jamjar"
SpanishOmelette
Fri 16 Jan 15
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After listening to about 10 minutes of Dereketta's sound advice,
Squeewee fired up the engine and headed off. As Squiglet, in his new
more fitting cardigan, was the only one who knew anything about sailing,
he was asked to take command for a while.

Squeewee, in the meantime, decided to polish off the last of the large
supply of 20 pot noodles. Squiglet only munched on one home-made
beetroot donut. Squiglet, however, was in his element.

He had the spinnaker up, ballooning forwards and carrying him at an
alarming rate. The wind spattered foam in his face, and the waves seemed
to run past him. They leaned ever so slightly, as they came forward on
their course to Scotland.

They were 5 hours into the journey. Squiglet predicted 1 week to get to
scotland, and another to get to Maldon. Squeewee said 2 hours. Guess who
was right.

Eventually, Squeewee decided to nap. "FINN! Shplat...zzzzzz... Cheeshcake... zzzz... shchooooch..."

Squeewee does talk, laugh, and sometimes even eat in his sleep. No-one
knows why. When the night came down, they switched places. Squiglet had a
sandwich, then went straight into the bow to sleep.

The moon was out, and Squeewee put the autonav on. This was lazy of him.
Squiglet had been wise enough to take down the sails and put the engine
on. He didn't like the visions associated with Squeewee trying to sail.

So, in the light of the Moon, the cabin, and the navigation lights,
Squeewee chugged alone. He decided to whistle. Or at least try to. It
sounded more like a snort, a hiss, and a raspberry all at once.

27th of January, 2015, all being well, they would arrive. Squeewees
frequent insults and general absurdity would certainly make the time
pass slowly.

Then, for no reason at all, a life-size, fully working replica of the
Square-rigged ship "Sorlandet" passed by, and faded into the gloom.
Squeewee could not shut his eyes for 10 minutes.

They were still on the 16th. Then Squeewee did something strange. He
drew up the sails. He put forward the spinnaker. He played rock music on
his stereo, and attached flashing lights to the cabin. Watching the
wind meter, he got onto the coachroof, and did an Irish jig.

Awoken by the din, Squiglet clambered out the cabin. Rubbing his eyes,
Squiglet asked in a polite manner what in the world he was doing.
Squeewee replied that he was trying to attract the attention of
Superman.

Surprisingly, he did. They were lifted, flown and deposited on the River
Blackwater. Even more surprising, the same set-up applied.

Sadly, this did not end the quarrels.

Squiglet and Squeewee wrestled over the Rudder, which still had the autonav attached.

"I WANT TO GO TO SCHOTYAND!" yelled Squeewee, pulling so hard he was almost over the side.

"WE'RE GOING HOME!" yelled Squiglet, using his vastly superior fitness
to simply pull the rudder. As mentioned, the autonav was attached, so
there was no point either way.

"IM THE PRINSHE!" yelled Squeewee, waking up countless people on their boats.

"Oh yeah. Schotyand it ish." said Squiglet, in his rather more gentle accent.

Squeewee took down the sails, and turned for Scotland. This would be his
first trip to scotland. He took down the flashing lights, and then put
up the spinnaker.

They rushed away, as the sun began to rise.




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