Oh ho! A new bodhran skin. "Come in little doggie and see what the nice sailor has got for you" From the faithfull sou'wester an iron-on Guinness Transfer is produced. "Anybody got a steam iron" Steam does have its uses, after all, he muses. But still he hankers after the days of sail. Softly humming a few verses from *Donkey Riding* he sharpens his skinning knife.
If I'm not voted off this Big Brother house soon, mayhem will ensue.