The sun rises on my last but one day for this trip. The city of Liverpool in the background.
The Liver birds on the Liver Building, 10 past 2 time to pack my bags. Leaving by Liverpool tomorrow. The question mark is Urban art, cost a fortune apparently. Its a bit of a sad location on the doors of the disused Cammel Laird shipyard, it almost asks will we ever build ships again?
You never know who is going to turn up in the strangest places, I met a guy today that I had not seen for 8 years, he was a trainee on one my ships, and he was not the best trainee, in fact he was crap, he bragged about losing his drivers license doing 80 in a 30 outside a school, we predicted his future was going to be on the dole que, or at the end of a bottle whixh was one of his favourite pastimes. But there he was large as life on the jetty wearing the surveyors outfit smiling and pleased to see me, I felt a twinge of guilt as I had been pretty tough on him as a trainee, sending him on hopeless missions for long waits and buckets of steam and he bit every time, hook line and sinker. He could have been a bastard today and reject the ship but he was just pleasant and cheerful, chatting about all the people on board when we sailed together, asking me to pass on his regards to mutual friends. Just goes to show you that you never know when the tables can be turned on you. Moral of the story for me is do unto others as you would have them do unto you, even to cocky 18 year old boy racers.
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