Blogs and why we blog

I just had a read of Jessica's Blog as she headed out to sea on her adventure, she may be young and I really feel its a misguided venture, but I must admit to being a bit envious of her present circumstances. I have done a fair bit of chugging and drifting around out at sea and its an awesome thing the Ocean, it can be tranquil and inspire poets like Mr Wordsworth

"How richly glows the water's breast
Before us, tinged with evening hues,
While, facing thus the crimson west,
The boat her silent course pursues!
And see how dark the backward stream!
A little moment past so smiling!
And still, perhaps, with faithless gleam,
Some other loiterers beguiling."

And Mr Shairp

Bobbing.

It can be light and reflect a cloudless sky like a mirror and it can be dark and reveal nothing of its sinister depths, at times it is alive with ripples carressing your craft and at times you are tossed like a cork in an unbelievable chaotic frenzy of power. I have been out at sea at night and the wake is alight, it can be quiet and it can be deafening and when it gets in your blood you can never Not love it.

Blinkin heck Rob that didn't rhyme or owt mate. Ok I'm not a poet and now I know it. Wait, na.

William McGonagall is best known as the world's worst poet. His unique style of versification breaks the laws of rhythm, rhyme and common sense in a manner that has eluded his thousands of imitators for more than a century. According to "The Autobiography of Sir William Topaz McGonagall, Poet and Tragedian, Knight of the White Elephant Burmah," the bard was lucky recipient of the "divine inspiration". I just read some McGonagall and think he was actually quite good lol.