The Adventures of Chas from Tas - PHOTO CONTEST!!!
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You sure? Not the bloke second from the bow, 5th back - sunglasses and white cap. Looks angry.
DtM
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How is Gracy going with all the Etchells sailors in town?
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Do any of them have broken arms ?
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Oh well, apologies for slighting his reputation.
Wait - is it possible to slight the reputation of someone from Melbourne? :lol:
Wait - is it possible to slight the reputation of someone from Melbourne? :lol:
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Anybody see the latest review on FB where Dubious is humping Chas's leg again?
"I wrote this last night. Reviewers really should finish the book first, but...
“Tears. Laughter. Awe.
I have finally, irrevocably, inevitably and satisfyingly got hold of a copy of "The Adventures of Chas from Tas" by Charles Blundell and Juliet Prentice, newly released and available for purchase at the link below, I have been consumed for the past 40 minutes with the first 26 pages. I have had to stop reading in tears a number of times and have been consumed by raucous and uncontrollable laughter so much that several of my neighbours have pounded on the floor and ceiling and I think I have heard sirens on the street, but I couldn't tell because I was laughing and crying at the same time.
And this is only Chapter One.
I have known (ever since I read an early 1980s article Chas published in Asian Fishing Monthly - sorry BMax) about dodging typhoons in the Pacific on the way to his first landing in HK in 1982, that my wizened, decrepit, barnacle encrusted, often drunkenly incomprehensible old pal could write.
But I didn't know really until this evening. What he and Juliet have accomplished is mind blowing. The book is a masterpiece.
I am not sure I can take more tonight. I'll go as hard as I can, as hard as the gimlet blue eyes of the Asinara Falcon and as long as the Afghan Hound Shibumi's turds. As hard as Chas was in the shower with the Owner’s Daughter on his first sailing job.
This book is not really a sailing memoir, this is fucking literature (my late sainted English teacher mother would agree) and I am jealous of the power and scope of the writing and the beauty of the prose which my often (on land anyway) catalytically comatose old bud has produced with Juliet’s help.
I'm fucking gobsmacked. I knew it was going to be good but I didn't realise it was going to be fodder for University level English courses for a hundred years. Hemingway, London, Steinbeck, Twain you all have nothing on Chas and Fruity. Maties, the power and beauty, the simplicity and clear cold steely sharpness of your writing has blown me away.
I am fucking awed by what I have read so far. Fucking awed. I fucking love it and am proud, proud, proud to have helped in a small way. I look forward to a ride on Chas’ Gulfstream Five as his bodyguard when he goes to Burbank for the Tonight Show in three years’ time. (Not kidding).
I am going to take a break for now, because I can't deal with it anymore. I need to go out and have a smoke and consider my own inadequacy as a writer,
This book is going to the top of the New York Times list.
You can order your copy at the link below (and do it damn fast as the price has gone up once already and is bound to climb more) or if you are in HK you will be able to get it from me very soon. Like Monday. And somewhat cheaper.
Chas you beauty, I knew it would be good but fuck me mate, I wish you had warned me harder. And Fruity, I didn’t realise that Muses actually existed. What you have done for my old mate is simply outstanding.
Dubes"
"I wrote this last night. Reviewers really should finish the book first, but...
“Tears. Laughter. Awe.
I have finally, irrevocably, inevitably and satisfyingly got hold of a copy of "The Adventures of Chas from Tas" by Charles Blundell and Juliet Prentice, newly released and available for purchase at the link below, I have been consumed for the past 40 minutes with the first 26 pages. I have had to stop reading in tears a number of times and have been consumed by raucous and uncontrollable laughter so much that several of my neighbours have pounded on the floor and ceiling and I think I have heard sirens on the street, but I couldn't tell because I was laughing and crying at the same time.
And this is only Chapter One.
I have known (ever since I read an early 1980s article Chas published in Asian Fishing Monthly - sorry BMax) about dodging typhoons in the Pacific on the way to his first landing in HK in 1982, that my wizened, decrepit, barnacle encrusted, often drunkenly incomprehensible old pal could write.
But I didn't know really until this evening. What he and Juliet have accomplished is mind blowing. The book is a masterpiece.
I am not sure I can take more tonight. I'll go as hard as I can, as hard as the gimlet blue eyes of the Asinara Falcon and as long as the Afghan Hound Shibumi's turds. As hard as Chas was in the shower with the Owner’s Daughter on his first sailing job.
This book is not really a sailing memoir, this is fucking literature (my late sainted English teacher mother would agree) and I am jealous of the power and scope of the writing and the beauty of the prose which my often (on land anyway) catalytically comatose old bud has produced with Juliet’s help.
I'm fucking gobsmacked. I knew it was going to be good but I didn't realise it was going to be fodder for University level English courses for a hundred years. Hemingway, London, Steinbeck, Twain you all have nothing on Chas and Fruity. Maties, the power and beauty, the simplicity and clear cold steely sharpness of your writing has blown me away.
I am fucking awed by what I have read so far. Fucking awed. I fucking love it and am proud, proud, proud to have helped in a small way. I look forward to a ride on Chas’ Gulfstream Five as his bodyguard when he goes to Burbank for the Tonight Show in three years’ time. (Not kidding).
I am going to take a break for now, because I can't deal with it anymore. I need to go out and have a smoke and consider my own inadequacy as a writer,
This book is going to the top of the New York Times list.
You can order your copy at the link below (and do it damn fast as the price has gone up once already and is bound to climb more) or if you are in HK you will be able to get it from me very soon. Like Monday. And somewhat cheaper.
Chas you beauty, I knew it would be good but fuck me mate, I wish you had warned me harder. And Fruity, I didn’t realise that Muses actually existed. What you have done for my old mate is simply outstanding.
Dubes"
mad
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Who the fuck wrote that??
Edith Bicknell
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The Tonight Show isn't in Burbank you fucking tosser!
mad
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That sort of comment could get you a midnight stroll.
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billy backstay
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It's signed "Dubes" at the end; now who's the stooped one? LOL
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I tried to friend the guy, and look what happened
I take offense to that. I'm not daft!
I take offense to that. I'm not daft!
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Yeahe, sined that waye butte I notte byeng it. Woud a expat tuff gye in the Kongs YC hoochie crowde realley holde foure Americane writteres as examps of supreame littertiure? I thick "No."
billy backstay
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Well I am fairly sure that Snow Guy didn't write it, but will ask him on Sunday at the club....Yeahe, sined that waye butte I notte byeng it. Woud a expat tuff gye in the Kongs YC hoochie crowde realley holde foure Americane writteres as examps of supreame littertiure? I thick "No."
he's still pissed from when you told him you had sex with his dad.
From behind.he's still pissed from when you told him you had sex with his dad.
