by Keith Evans
It was with great fortitude that I rose from my sick bed early one morning last week to inform the DM of my malady. I couldn't stand the thought of the DM's gnashing teeth if she had to rewrite the rota, or my grumpy colleagues wandering around muttering 'Now where should I be?' Sorry chaps, what I meant was my conscientious friends having to reorientate themselves.
It's good to see Enterprise 2 hanging in the Main Hall. I used to race No. 3303 in the 1950s. I won't tell you what her name was. It has completely changed its connotation in the last fifty years. Amazing how the English language changes in such a short time. On one occasion I had a 14 stone Staff Nurse as a crew. We gybed around a mark and she went down with a thud onto the side deck. There was a sickening 'crack' as the under frame split. After that she decided to go on a slimming diet.
