Avast shipmates, back from Poland, where I filled my cranium with wodka, invented a tune on a grand piano, and bought some foul smelling sausage, 2,000 dodgy fags and some pig knuckle.

Tune to be unveiled Sunday, in the key of A, and pipe friendly. I'll spare you all them zeds, or zees, and translate the name as 'Grasheena'.