Legends from our own lunchtimes

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Oh Joy!

The boat name arrived in the mail today, ready for it's big trip, and now we feel as though it really is happening.   
Having a fake home port name on the transom is very uncool, and Mooloolaba, last time I looked was not a port in the north of France.
It is so uncool that it contravenes international maritime law, and we probably shouldn't do it.
But I really love the smile that French people get when they try to read it.  It's very similar to the one they get when I try to pronounce any French word with an "r" in it, so until we get locked up for our flagrant disregard for authority (unless we chicken out in the meantime) we'll proudly fly the tricoleur from her stern right above the sign that reads:


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