September 17, 2010
Having blasted the bejesus out of the nether regions of poor Lunacy’s hull (see our last episode), I next needed to decide what anti-fouling paint to dress her up in to make her respectable again. In the Good Old Days we never worried about such things. When I was a boy, so much poison was...


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