60 minutes Australia:
https://youtu.be/ditHW7qb2WA
They mentioned the coast of Spain, better apologize on behalf of all my millions of compatriots there (on the coast of Spain)* for (them) not using the word bloke a hundred times a day and (them) not being super authentic dinky-dy. Might run and go tell a big pharmaceutical company to drug them up for being subnormal or something. Maybe I can swim, bike AND run.
Phew, pleasantries aside. What an eye opening story. Clearly this guy is not a safe sailor. I have already decided to wear my wetsuit whenever departing into the ocean, even just when I, eventually, go sail to Sydney Harbour from Pittwater harbour, initial stages. Seeing this story makes me realise the ideal thing would be to have goggles, snorkel and flippers in a backpack along with a waterproof bag and marine radio. I further am thinking a mesh backpack that allows the water to freely permeate might offer least resistance. I definitely would not be far out at sea like that without a safe tether plus my go bag on my back. Although if I was way out at sea I wouldn't bother with the go bag unless it also had water and an EPIRB and possibly a super small self inflating float of some kind. But only if it was comfortable to carry.
I've already learned at sailing school at middle harbour yacht club not to tether where you'll fall into the leeward side of the water as the wake of the ocean would hold you under. However a long tether that could play out twenty yards or so of rope could make all the difference. There's a million ways to be knocked off your boat on an ocean swell I would think.
I haven't played with my marine radio as yet however I purchased one on discount from Jaycar and I have set up a solar panel and battery solution that can charge and recharge it. Certainly my next door neighbour in the water at Avalon sailing club sails frequently to Sydney Harbour and it's a simple matter for him on his forty footer. I am extremely cautious. I am in the process of making more sailing buddies, however, and the wife and her father, neither of whom I've met yet, but who the former, I expect, will sail with me on the Red Herring later this year.... Apparently the wife and her dad are both shithot professional sailors who get paid to win big serious yacht races. I'm not expecting to meet the dad but possibly the wife. I'll keep you posted. I just met her hubby and they two daughters are hitting it off with my eldest two kids. I bet one sail with them I can learn a bunch and if we don't sail I'll still learn something. Confidence building.
Check out this police chief about to reach retirement in O'Fallon USA, wherever that is.
https://youtu.be/Bbf9rZlrIks
He got picked up super drunk. I'll tell you I would never use the word 'bloke' when speaking as it is a most un right-royal word, also I generally would never drive under the influence of alcohol. I did, however, drive drunk a few times in South eastern Spain when I was living in desert country like in Andalucia there. One night I was like a football field away from parking and crashing out (sleeping) in my apartment and super drunk. It was so late like 2am and I figure I'd take a short cut up a one way street as nobody was about. Well the cops were coming, in the correct direction and one of them immediately noticed I had been drinking. He asked me if that were the case and I said a little bit and would be happy to take a breathalyzer. Perhaps his partner went off to get one or respond to a call at the car leaving me with this irate and disgusted cop. Then his buddy said there was a big hubbub breaking at the only open discotheque in town, where I had just come from in fact, so they had to split. So the cop hassling me said I'd gotten very lucky and I think they even reversed out or I reversed for them, can't remember. But I was pretty drunk I can tell you. I guess we'll have to include alcohol under the big pharma umbrella.
Man that's gonna be quite a feather in my cap and a lot of interesting stories if that professional sailor lady mounts up with her hubby on the Red Herring. Man I need to get sailing it's been quite a while! I lost my kayak and had to replace it with a dopey green thing like a narrow thing I can barely stay on. How else can I get on board?
Gee I do recall getting pulled over in Topanga canyon near Malibu in southern California by cops there too. They asked me if I'd been drinking and I said yes quite a bit but that I'd just had a long nap to sleep it off and that I didn't expect to be drunk anymore. They didn't seem very interested to breathalyze me and seemed to accept what I had said. What was interesting is that I had not even realised or occurred to me to transfer the car to my name after buying it in Hollywood a few days earlier for like a thousand bucks. I mean I don't think I had had any actual thoughts once I flew into California, or for the entire 7 months or so I was there apart from like twenty pages of bullcrap I wrote plus talking crap. Everything was like a big giant candy shop for a two year old. When I got off the plane and waited for the bus at the airport, LAX, to go somewhere some black lady pulls up and looks at me from the bus drivers seat, I must have just been staring at her like a baby for too long so she said, 'get in baby!' So I just did as I was told. The cops at Topanga shone they [sic] torchlight on me and looked at my Australian driver's licence. I think I got it with my paw's car at the DMV back in Sydney only like the previous summer which was like six months earlier, not even like five or four actually. So the cops at Topanga never bothered telling me about having to transfer car rego to my name or get insurance or even get breathalyzed or anything, they just let me go on my merry way so that's what I did. It always looked to me like the cops in America were very professional in that they had to contend with pretty much anyone having a gun. Coz of the second amendment. I don't remember them searching my car for a weapon either, in Topanga. Probably I didn't look very troublesome. Don't think they looked for drugs either.
I guess it was only a few weeks later I was standing around with two or three cops, I guess, and maybe one or two other people, I can't recall, at a police stop on a highway in Sedona Arizona. The cops had just blocked the road for a wildfire and I guess no-one was in a hurry and everyone at the blocked road was waiting for the road to reopen. I honestly don't remember very well. The main thing I remember (now) is that apart from a few months in Andalucia, aforementioned, and that summer in Arizona, plus crossing the Australian desert from Adelaide to Darwin by train, those are really the only deserts I can remember being in. Apart from driving across Death Valley in western California and the surrounding deserts there heading towards Arizona, in aforementioned $1000 car from Hollywood. It seemed the cops were suspicious of how the fire started as one of them plainly stated he thought it was arson. I couldn't feel anything in his aura or outward demeanour that suggested he might suspect me personally or my travelling buddy, if he was even with me that day, who was, in fact, a bit of a criminal for a certainty I would say. I remember just watching the smoke at the roadblock and the cops were fairly civil and polite. I might have mentioned my honest opinion at the time that I thought the fire could have started naturally but I can't even remember those details. What I really remember was this cop was extremely relaxed I guess and must have started chatting with one of his colleagues about how his wife doled all his money out to him on a daily basis. I think they might have even had collapsible camping chairs out and seemed to enjoy just chilling. I don't really remember how I got there to that roadblock or left it however I'd bet it was on foot. I think this cop was mentioning his stipend from his wife in relation to my presence there however I can't really recall. It was an extremely relaxed situation. I definitely do not feel traumatized by sights of cops in Spain or America or other countries I'm passing through, even China. But here in Australia whenever I see even a fire truck or ambulance with sirens I always feel a little trauma, not much though. I've noticed in Australia the Federal police do not appear to be as stressful looking (to me personally, although they might be feeling more significantly more stress in general) than regular State cops. I do not really understand the turf rivalries that Federal and State police might have in Australia. I have only read what other journalists have said about it. I definitely have my own kinds of sources in policing as I am generally a sponge for information however I have never heard anything about Federal and State police rivalries from them. You would know from American movies that the Feds or FBI can normally trump a local police agency however I do not think this is the case in Australia. And the coronavirus really showed in Australia and probably many other countries how much power can be invested at a state or provincial level and even at a county level. So a lot of these arrests for not wearing masks etc are pretty unfortunate really.
I think at the homeless shelter in the Los Angeles ghetto, after that summer in Arizona, one of the numerous African Americans there was saying he had been accosted in the ghetto there by a bunch of CIA agents. While potentially the rambling of a druggy nutjob I was a little sceptical about that but he seemed pretty insistent and might even have mentioned them identifying themselves as such. I know they occasionally get involved in black American ghettos such as the downtown LA one I was in and they were certainly running a lot of recruitment commercials at the time on public TV. I can tell you that I was explained by one such African American gangbanger chaps (not a 'bloke') about how the crack cocaine trade works, in the ghetto. Basically rich white kids will drive down to the ghetto from their nice neighbourhoods and buy some crack cocaine. Within the ghetto itself, a spot seller could start with a small amount of money like his unemployment check (I did not qualify for any government stipends like this, as an illegal alien) and spend that on crack cocaine from his own sources and then gradually turn that into many thousands of dollars in just one day. So the great risk is being arrested and spending years in jail at that point which is a very likely outcome. Like the one sperm from millions that fertilize the egg, these ghetto chaps might even make they [sic] part time rap career skyrocket into fame and fortune however this is exceedingly rare. Tell them Game:
https://youtu.be/BuMBmK5uksg
* They're not always my compatriots there but only during certain years as my Spanish citizenship has a couple of pauses in it. People in Spain may not understand that northern Spaniards might not identify with Morocco, Visigoth German types or Roman types, have their own bagpipes and their own Celtic stories and not actually hate Catalans. Go ask a Basque. Have a nice day, enjoy your freedom fries.
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