Posts by Linda
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"I wish I knew how to quit you."
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And then there's people who don't talk alot.
Or you could morph into Sara Palin - if you do.
[redacted larger post] - 'cos it was inarticulate - but would still prefer to look more like Sara Palin, than sound like her.
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Not up to me Robbie - Russell has the sway.. and say.
I don't understand the references to karmic revenge - so will ignore.
Bye -
ummm.. enough said - I thought.
I read, i formulate my own opinions - sorry I'm the only one home to pick on tonight Robbie. Carry on - or not. -
err...[sp] known
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Bye Robbie
I'm know as a lurker - but even I would like to see the end of this.
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This story comes under the heading "Don't screw the crew - or at least not your own."
13 guys and me on a 65" Yacht on a racing tour in the Pacific. Auckland- Noumea - Fiji - Sydney. As a 5'4" female, I knew I was lucky to win a place on board and I didn't want to screw [anything] up.
Huge amounts of testosterone on board [and bunking in very close proximity] meant the salacious suggestions were constant. I virtuously and laughingly resisted them all - ignoring the obvious mutterings about my sexual preferences. My job was to pull on the strings to work the pole up and down. [yeah yeah]Everything remained on an even keel - until we reached the Fiji leg of the tour. And I my eyes locked with the Bowman of our closest rival. A young blond Adonis who never wore a shirt [Abs anyone?]
He was determined. My resistance under his persistence began to melt like a jellyfish caught high above the receding tide. Okay, I wasn't resisting at all.
We understood each others signals as a good Bowman and Pitt girl [yep that's my title] should.But where to go? The tiny resort was fully booked - I was bunking Marae-style with my crew in a open-plan Bure. Breathing the beery boy-farts of 13 comatose crew. The boats were out of bounds due to security.
But needs must - and during the 5 days of racing, handy/sandy coves were discovered. We weren't. If my boat beat his during the day, I could dictate the position of his pole as the sun went down.
My crew-mates didn't suspect a thing as I slid into my sleeping bag each night after my evening "walk".A year later, this time in Noumea. I was celebrating the best win of my life on the fastest ocean racing Catamaran in the Pacific.
Across the unwashed heads of 250 drunken yachties at the local club - a blond beacon - sending me familiar signals.Same problem - solved by a park bench on a more public beach. Our cries muffled by crashing surf and mingling conveniently with the gulls.
I've never broken the rule that makes up the first part of this post's
title - but who says there can't be a rider? -
I..must..obey..
Must..post.. [hurts]
Thread.. calls..Jackie/Paul/ et al - great to meet you all..
Thanks Russell for a lovely night.
Ughn [Lurking curtain falls...] -
Thanks Danielle - you sum up Tom's rant nicely.
[I've just got off a race boat on the Waitemata harbour- Wednesday nite yacht racing has started. {Blush} I actually have the privilege of choosing the boat I wish to race on.. Nothing to do with gender.] Tonight the five guys and me did well -'nuff said.
My knowledge of sport in general is also appreciated.. and debated.
Tom.. that mysoginist post will go down in PA History. -
Danielle, ..That sentiment is honest. And we should be gracious enough to honour this AB squad - they didn't go to the World Cup '07 to lose.
Let's not turn our backs [or forwards] against this team.
"They fought like warrior poets."
Even in defeat there is honour.
Now all feel free to throw up a little in your mouths.