When I said out of the box thinking I didn’t mean it literally…
Well that’s another 20 hours at the boat chalked up. There’s been quite a bit of progress made, but not as much as I would have liked. The hull beneath the water line is tantalisingly close to having it’s first coat of primer applied, but it’s not quite there yet. I reckon by the end of next weekend the awful yellow paint the boat was born with will finally be gone. Replaced instead with a dull, grey primer.
Tangent time. Mosquitoes. The blood sucking little motherfuckers are REALLY starting to get on my wick. Does anyone know how to prevent being sucked on like a busty victim of Dracula? I swear I’m itching in places I never thought I could itch. No that’s not a reference to a visit to the Essex Sexual Health Clinic. In fact I think I’ve been attacked by spiders too, my right ankle is swollen. It pretty much resembles the ankle of a pregnant woman in her third trimester. Fucking bastard things.
In my last post I had a plan of sorts for the weekend and I pretty much did everything I had planned to do. Saturday was a lot more productive than Sunday. The problem is you can stick to the plan as much as you want but as is always the case you get distracted and start something else which takes longer than you hoped. Then there’s running out of supplies/tools/patience which are always going to be factors.
So the plan was:
- To get rid of the spinny fitting
- To remove the drainage fittings
- Finish taking off the superstructure
- Tidying up the drilled holes
- Fixing Octosphincter
Additionally I wanted to try and unfuck the fuck up fuckwit was responsible for.
Before I add pictures, this is where I got the idea for the blog title. You see I knew I’d be doing some filling this weekend. More specifically plugging all the drilled holes along the top of the hull. It pretty much looks like Don Juan got drunk and horny and tapped the boat as many times as he could. I also entertained the idea of actually doing some real fibreglassing. I was going to cover over spinny hole and drainage holes. I didn’t quite get there. In all the good YouTube videos when boat wankers patch big holes in their hulls they use some sort of backing so the fibreglass doesn’t sag into the hole. This week I’ve pretty much had pizza take-away every night. Been too lazy to cook. Anyway I salvaged the boxes from the recycling bin and took them with me to the boat in the hopes they’d come in handy. They did.
That’s about it picture wise. I ran out of sanding paper. I ran out of hardener for the fibreglass filler and I didn’t quite get around to filling the drilled holes. As an aside, why do they never supply enough hardener with fibreglass filler? It’s a tiny tube for a massive tin.
Anyway on Saturday for the first time I almost told someone to go fuck themselves with a rusty spade. The boatyard is pretty much open to anyone, there are some nice walks around the area and it is pretty cool looking at all the boats. Some bloke, clearly a know it all boat wanker walked past with his kids, he didn’t see me as I was under the hull at the time and I heard him say: “Well that one’s a waste of time, the sails will be worth more than the boat is.” Well Mr Boat Wanker, more fool you, I ain’t buying sails. This baby is going to be fart powered you cockgobbling shit nibbler. Anyway at last count on running total I’m already £3000 in. I doubt sails would cost that much.
Also I’ve totally bollocked up my £50 toolbox. By using it as a chair as I sanded/cut, the whole thing fucking collapsed and now it doesn’t close or latch on to the other bits.