My favourite thought…….. Consensus : that goodwill is the magic of universal co-operation and sharing.

I belong to a rare collective breed of nomadic minded individuals, who are also well known to be totally in-different to each others opinions, who mostly agree to disagree, but who will arrange to meet up occasionally, to engage in a very olde English tradition; which is to harness the breeze, whilst drinking tea, with a small boat, in various scenic locations, containing the most beautiful lakes, enjoying the best that fresh air can offer, freely sharing what's left from William Blake's ancient, soulful, nomadic themed poem, about a green and pleasant land.........NAMASTE


05 March 2010

FOOTY ''GALORE''









BY THE MAD HATTER



The Modern day Footy

Sailing model rc boats and yachts at Southwater Lake 2009

A Footy is a very small radio-controlled yacht whose length is a mere 12 inches (30.5 cm). The hull can be made from a fiberglass mold or simply with thin sheets of plywood fitted together. An easy to build boat, ideal for that wee Dabbler, whatever the age. Two servos are used, one to control the sail and one for the rudder. Some plans are available for sale, some for free. There are a few kits out there now. The individuality, flair and creativity of footys is now legend. No two footys are the same, as each one made, uncannilly takes on some of the characteristics of its creator, thus producing a unique biometric personality all of its own.. footys have feelings too.

THE FOOTY ''GLADATORIAL'' RACES

Today, there were seven, magnificently hell-bent, wild-eyed footy frontier rogue racers, all willing to do or die. JC was the fiercesome, Eye for an Eye , presiding race officer for the day. Before the races started each team gave it the one large.. foot by footy foot attitude.. measuring up and cursing bad.


BILL'S AUSSIE, Ned Kelly footy-skiff hybrid, was soberingly well hung down under, with a respectfully massive, heavy keel, and sported some even larger sails on steroids (eaten too many Balmain bugs).
DOUBLE TROUBLE carried two alarming red mainsails, that open up with a double-bat-winged, caped-crusader feel, when chasing victims.
JIMMY T's MADE IN BRITAIN footy, did very well, sailing with ferocious tooth and claw, with honourable street-credability, dressed with scary, large bunch of flowers , for sails.
TOE'D had that re-occouring nightmare about the ruddy rudder again, but bravely carried on chasing the dream regardless.
JCs only problem was that he was becoming more and more mercilessly first ..most of the time.
HOT-FOOTY luvvingly dreams of his future PUSSY FOOTY and was doing extremely well for it.
My wooden BROADSIDE SKEWER with her motley crew of DEATH-WATCH BEETLES, could only but apologise, and tried to get out of the way of the other boats, as best she could, whilst painfully skewering their tackle, well below the water line. Ouch.

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