Photograph courtesy of Babette Page.
.What a complete and utter bastard shipmates. Its a huge dilemma. I woke up this morning and suddenly realised something! There I was with a cut throat razor in one hand and my passport in the other. I could, like Richard III have shouted "A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse!" but that would have been to no avail (And of course it would also be preposterously out of all proportion to the problem, and quite obvious to anyone with an ordinary brain not relevant in anyway at all, but hey, do I give a rats arse? not bloody likely). So, alas and alack I shall have to find a solution ASAP. Bugger. So many close shaves, so little time.