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Pork products linked to eyesight problems?

When I finally came to this morning and began contemplating breakfast, I suddenly realised that during this trip I must have devoured the equivalent of a whole ‘dead pig’. Breakfast at home is two slices of ‘wholegrain toast’, a quick cup of tea and then out of the front door and off to work.

Starting work at 4:00 am and anticipating breakfast at 07:20 at the very earliest tends to focus the gastric pangs to an almost irrational craving. Suffice to say that when ‘dead pig’ is on the menu (and it always is for breakfast) it is a shame to ignore the choices on offer. We’ve had it all, bacon, sausages (various), liver, black pudding, white pudding, gammon, ham, roast pork, pork chops, meatballs and pork steaks and still it keeps coming.

Posted by: Kelly-Marie Davidson on Tuesday, 24th Nov, 2009

The morning after the night before

Well we ‘crossed the line’ and it was the first time for many of us and we all had to pay homage to Neptune and his queen, pay our forfeits and celebrate with a beer. Then some bright spark came up with the idea of a charity head & beard shave after dinner. It’s amazing how close ‘friends’ can suddenly recall comments that were made when Noah was still waiting for rain. “You always said that if you did an AMT that you would shave” and the old favourite “Well it is for charity”. Moments of macho bravado fuelled by Plymouth gin over the course of very convivial evenings in pleasant company came rushing back to haunt me. A cold fear gripped me in areas that I thought redundant and I suddenly knew with great clarity how a cornered rat feels and that there is no greater laxative than fear.

Before

After

Posted by: Kelly-Marie Davidson on Sunday, 8th Nov, 2009

Still looking for coffee and bacon

This is my second entry for AMT19 and I must confess that I’m not at my best first thing in the morning so I’ve waited until mid-morning to start this piece.  My alarm went off at 4:00am and I was already half-awake so switched it off.  Then with a start I sat upright in my bunk and it was 4:45am. I’d done it  – dropped off into a deep sleep again. Confusion reigned, two feet down, one leg of my jeans and the impossible struggle to understand why they had shrunk overnight on the back of a chair. I hauled myself up on deck for the pre-dawn CTD wondering why my tongue felt and tasted like a piece of old leather.  A cold claw of sleep craving  (and the need for coffee and bacon) was pulling at my insides and trying to drag me back to the cabin – so I went. I cleaned my teeth and re-surfaced to face another fine day.

Where’s the coffee?

Posted by: Kelly-Marie Davidson on Friday, 6th Nov, 2009

Coffee and bacon

Generally speaking I’m one of those people who thinks of 4:30 as the hour before finishing work for the day or, on occasion, the time in the morning that my teenage son brings his Boeing Fiesta Zetec into land outside the house and gives the engine one torturous final kick, which rattles the windows in a 50m radius before the thing finally dies along with the Rap Band in the boot.

Posted by: Kelly-Marie Davidson on Thursday, 29th Oct, 2009