“For Christ sake’s have a cuppa tea”                                        Ray Davies

Another nite out wasted. Another promise to myself broken.......... and another........and another.....

Now I’m not one to make excuses (but i am) ,but this oversized canoe is no place for a beagle (with issues). What the frak do they put in those fruity drinks? Kerosene? One minute i was having a sensible conversation with Robicheau and the next thing i know, i wake up in bed with my pants around my ankles and a gecko tatoo on my ass.....and i don’t even wear pants....

That's it. I’m not leaving my room for the rest of this voyage. I dont care if Ginger and Maryanne show up at my door in thongs......I’m not playing anymore.  From now on, I’m going right on the Tea. 

I don’t know why i don’t drink more tea. Orange pekoe, darjeeling, earl grey, lapsang souchon......its all good for you. Or at least better than an ice bucket full of jamaican rum and a pack of smokes. Tea is not a drink. It’s a lifestyle. From now on I’m gonna preach the healing power of tea. You’ll see me up on deck tonite with a cup and saucer and a short bread biscuit holding court with the ship’s book club. Hell, I might even go to mass on sunday and sing a hymn or two. Did Jesus drink tea?

What’s that doyle? You’re gettin on ‘er tonite? Me? No bye.....i’m right off the booze. I’m a Tea Totaller......what? The rider is here already?

Well perhaps one frosty Red Stripe won’t kill me....

Tosh