by Keith Evans
Why do I attract the oddballs? Don't answer that! It must be the rarefied atmosphere because it usually occurs in Lookout. A strange looking chap emerged from the lift wearing a coat down to his ankles and a dark trilby. Surveying the scene, he asked "Where's St Moos?" I said "St Mawes is across the other side" pointing him in the right direction. "Is there a bridge or a tunnel?" he asked. "No, but there is a ferry." I said. "Don't like boats" he said "they move in all directions." I am still trying to figure out why he came to a maritime museum.
A chap in a red windcheater came up and looked across at RFA Argus. "Is that solid steel? How does it float?" he asked. Here we go again, I thought. Do I tell him about Archimedes leaping out of his bath and running naked down the street shouting "Eureka!" Better not, I thought, he'll probably think I'm mad. "It's very buoyant" I said. Fortunately he changed the subject. "I've just come up from the basement (Tidal Zone)" he said. "Are those fish tame?" "No," I said "they're wild." "They don't look wild" he said. Now, I thought, what makes a fish wild? When you batter it I suppose. Ho, ho, ho. Sorry about that.
Now for things domestic. The shortest volunteer complains that she can't reach the rota sheet on the notice board in 1912 to sign in. "It's alright for you men" she said. I offered to give her a leg up but she declined.
Jonathan wants to improve our customer care (Blog 13 Dec), 'Tests are to be introduced soon.' I wouldn't bother if I were you Jonathan, with decades of experience we can flannel our way through anything. One way to enjoy old age is to cause as much chaos as possible and then to sit back and enjoy the confusion.
