Good evening to you! As I write this I’m contemplating moving to a small island somewhere in the pacific away from the drudgery of modern living.
I plan to leave in 3 weeks in a small ship loaded with provisions and expect to arrive some time in March if I’ve not been sunk by some fucking sea monster or lured to my death by sirens.
It will be a harsh journey beset by danger and extreme boredom with only a deck of cards where all the diamonds are missing, a copy of lord of the rings covered in jam, a small radio that only picks up an Icelandic free form jazz station and my own lithe body for entertainment.
When I arrive I plan to build a cabin and fill my days growing food, brewing strong booze, drinking strong booze, forgetting where my cabin is because of strong booze and fighting the inevitable pirate gangs that have hidden their loot on the island.
If you would like to join my crew for this adventure please reply with ‘aaarrr that be a solid plan’ in the comments with a short explanation of why you’d be a great cabin mate.
Toodle pip
Monkeytable
