28 February 2010

After Grog...


This photo isn't just a reflection of my state of mind post-wedding*, mid-hangover.

I've been meaning to post it for ages. Heidi and I hitched a ride on a tour of a submarine down at the port. This was my favourite thing: a toilet roll hanging on the wall. It's to dry and de-fog the periscope viewfinder when it's wound up for viewing.

And, you know, as emergency supplies should you see anything really scary while you're looking.



*Not my wedding. Duh. Grumpy and I aren't even divorced yet. Let's let the paint dry on that one first, shall we?

2 comments:

belongum said...

That was a little freaky HB... I opened up your blog and thought - Hang on - I've seen that before! Just could quite put my finger on it...

Horrid smelly things submarines - just like them submariners wot used to 'man' em! ;-)

I hated subs. I tried it once - freaked me out - got myself back onto a surface vessel as soon as I was humanly able! Yuck!!!

hazelblackberry said...

I don't know if I'd last long once submerged. There was something of the trapped rat feeling about it...