So, here I am waiting to start day 2 of my 3 day Offshore survival course - BOSIET is the catchy acronym, don;t know what the other letters stand for. It was a last minute decision on Friday at 3 o'clock which is not the best preparation, but the theory is that of you don't have the certificate, you can't do anything anyway. The company is paying, so no probs for me - except I have never greeted the thought of being dunked into a cold tank of water strapped into a metal cage as the the most thrilling exercise. They tell me nothing can go wrong, but until I'm through with it, there's doubts. Evidently there's 7 dunks, each progressively more difficult with a grand finale of full immersion, rolling over 180 degrees and getting out of a window. Wow, can't wait.
Luckily, I have had time to put a decent run in - 11 miles last night along Blackpool prom and back taking in the sights. I think I came to Blackpool in 1963 when I was4 so it's all new to me and apart from the obligatory crappy hotels along the front and multiple amusement arcades, it's not too bad a place - a bit like Skegness, only bigger.
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