Weds.18.10.06. The project has been on hold today. The Discovery remains marooned in the swamp despite the best efforts of the two determined ‘off roaders’. Only simple tidying jobs, a bucket load of planning and an extra coat of Glanvilles rust proofing have been achieved today.
From the euphoric highs of the weekend the week has descended into aimless, vacuous, repetitive, past promises of “You’ll be amazed how quickly this will come together (yes, I will), we must sort out the finances (I have, you have not), you’ve not been paying attention (and you have?), you should have been on that internet finding out about these suppliers (I have phone numbers, web sites and e’mail addresses coming out of every orifice), we’ve done it all arse about face (you’re the boss), we need some sort of work schedule (you will discover that it is, in fact, taped to the wall along with all the others that have been completely ignored), it’s a good thing it’s not a race (but it is a fuckin’ race, it’s called The fuckin’ Beaujolais Run). The ‘headless chicken’ business plan is becoming mind numbingly frustrating, the complete absence of disciplined workshop management is in direct contradiction to the indispensable rigorous demands of conventional procedure. I am also increasingly pissed off by personal accusations of apathy, poor craftsmanship and ‘not being organised’. But I am always reminded of that old Viking proverb, “Don’t forget to pillage before you burn”. This of course sounds very mercenary but I progressively sense that both Chris as well as I require an amicable end to this project.
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