The title of a U2 song and destination of many of the 10 to 14 billion pieces of small ammunition produced each year, enough to kill everybody twice. That is a pretty mad statistic, but relax only 1000 people die every day due to guns, a mere 365,000 a year. Every cloud has a silver lining, especially for the arms trade.
The facts of the above information were read by yours truly on the way to the ship in a gratis copy of the Herald Tribune, we had some time to kill as opposed to people, killing time is easy no guns or ammo required, a paper, a pub, a good book I could go on. Anyway I was doing in my time in the less than salubrious surroundings of the Immingham Seamans Center, the air was blue with the cigarette smoke of the local dockers and the language they were using, I was too interested in eavesdropping to be offended, everyone in the office of their employer was a lazy useless bastard anyway was the gist of the story cleaned up considerably. I had to leave in the end as the cigarette smoke was causing early blindness, I had a walk outside and the atmosphere was marginally better and then returned to the library section of the Seamans club where members and seafarers only was the sign on the door, the library consisted of a lot of dog eared Dick Francis and Jeffrey Archer novels and a lot of old magazine, I was told I could take any magazine I liked by one of the two old dears who were sorting the books so I made off with a National Geographic from 1978, a dual interest of antique value and a read being present in my mind. I suppose at the end of our couple of hours there I didn’t manage to kill any time, but it’s getting us all slowly but surely.
To sleep, perchance to dream……more later, Tim.
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