Not An Hour Ago, I Was Covered In Tar

Masts are up. Except the mizzen. But we'll do that tomorrow, along with the yards.
The rig is dangerously loose, but as long as no one goes nuts during the rigging fit, we should make it through okay. Too many chiefs, not enough Indians. I am definitely an Indian, though, so I don't have to duke it out Dune style with little kris knives to defend my territory. Dave's had his pay halved due to not actually being whathe claimed, it seems. Yet more new people (Jeff, Hamilton) have joined the circus. Dennis' waxed moustache and overbearing beard continue to be the centre ring attraction. Not that we can get any instructions out of him.

Many on the verge of breakdown. Specifically, Stitch and Roddy. If one (or, Lord help us, both) loses it, we could be in trouble. If Pat 1 is injured in such a way as to be unable to continue on the boat, we're definitely going to crash and burn. Pat 2 is less essential, since she refuses to climb the rigging. This leaves her doing sod all.

Sent my CV to the lady at the Taipei Representative Office today. This in response to signing the contracton the house in Tulse Hill with Adam, his brother Nathan (and soon Paul and Henry) on Saturday. I require money to paythe rent.
I need to stop spending so much of my pay. I do not have time to spellcheck this post. Apologies for any errors you find -- try not to take them personally.

I think I need a cup of tea.