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Thanks, Jack. Blimey. That is a big boat. Why doesn’t it sink? It must be ever so heavy.
At first I thought that the big flat bit on top would be, well, kind of underused unless we also all bring our own aircraft (Sparks could tootle her space shuttle up and down the deck I suppose, the big showoff). But I now realise this is actually the natural ‘next step’ for Barbelith! An autonomous, floating city-state! Like Christiania, except with waves. No taxes, baby!! No Government! And the people found guilty (by general consensus) of common nastiness being forced to walk the plank! Although we’d have to moor in shark-infested waters for that to work.
And every Wednesday we could have an open-air market on the deck, and groovy hipsters the world over would fly in to buy our splendid wares: comics and political pamphlets from our own printing presses, CDs by all the resident musicians. All manner of ‘hemp-based’ products. And tomatoes, because they’re bloody easy to grow. Kegboy’s wine. Knitting, fresh-baked biscuits, and Olulabelle’s sloe gin (obviously, I’ve just been reading the Barbelith Women’s Institute thread, which’ll bring out the giddy utopian in anyone). Er, home-made candles.
That colour will have to go, though. Why are battleships always Battleship Gray , for god’s sake? Is it the law? I suggest repainting it a nice, bright red. |
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