Laine Hines – son of Denny Laine – is a fine purveyor of the Blues. I chanced upon him in East London at an Open Mic night and his performance mesmerised me. On this podcast, we discuss growing up with a famous father, a lost ‘Mull of Kintyre’ demo tape & what it means to be ‘in the moment’ when connecting with an audience. Laine sings a couple of songs too.
I slowed down but – as I was driving past – the dredger sprang into action. From nothing, amid an almighty wash, the dredger’s stern rapidly move into my path. It was going to hit me and I didn’t have time to get out of the way.
Figuring that the driver had not seen me, I sounded my horn. The dredger stopped and a collision was avoided.
As I was passing, annoyed as I felt, I waved at the driver. No harm done, I figured. We all make mistakes, right? She responded by shaking her head – a disapproving shake that said I was an idiot boater who didn’t know what he was doing.
Continue reading The Blind Dredger
Continue reading My brief encounters with Robin Williams
It was a Friday morning and, oblivious to the world beyond, I was swimming 20 lengths in the nearby Olympic pool. I liked it there too.
Around this time, one of the construction workers unearthed a 5 lb unexploded cluster bomb from World War 2. Continue reading Boat Evacuation – Moored by a Bomb (in Hackney)
I feel powerless when I don’t know.
I like to know.
This morning, CRT called at 11.32…. and again at 11.33.
Continue reading Paranoia, delusion & Boris Johnson encounter
Yesterday, however, I left Camden for Kings Cross and …. well, I had a little moment.
Continue reading Tantrum in a Lock
The lady with the scissors had cut my hair several times before and, as usual, the conversation turned to boating.
“What do you do when tourists stand on your boat?” she asked.
Continue reading Space Invaders
Continue reading You Live on a What?
If you who do not bring your boat into London, do not have a boat OR you are the Liverpudlian I met in Braunston who asked, “Soooooo, what’s with all this doubling up you does down there, like?” I’ll start with an explanation.
Continue reading Double Mooring Etiquette