by Keith Evans
I went into the workshop a couple of days ago. A sinister looking crate was sitting there loaded with dozens of heavy weights with handles. "Hello", I thought "Jonathan's got a bee in his bonnet about staff health." It was public relations a few weeks ago, now he thinks we all need exercise with weight lifting sessions every morning. Remind me to come in late, my grandmother's not well. Later, I was relieved to learn they were to test the integrity of the pontoon ramp. Rumour has it that the crabs have been sabotaging some in response to the management failure to agree a claws, sorry clause, in their contract to supply fresh bait. Can't blame them really.
I did my first stint in the new exhibition last week. Ten minutes in there was a deafening crash and a roar. "Some kid has tried to start the helicopter engine", I thought. Lift off any minute now. It turned out to be the quiz panels on the beach safety mural falling off, as they are designed to do!
At the entrance there is a cariacature of a well respected volunteer. In fact, it is more handsome than the real life appearance although it has to be said that the rugged, weather-worn countenance of the latter is more in keeping with the maritime theme of the museum. Sorry Colin!
