Hello, Let’s face it; what you all really want is a smooth and fast set into the wind without choking out that bastardly old Honda outboard… What you really want is a good environmentally sound, solar charged, deep cell in the bilge, so you can pump out Stevie Ray Vaghans’, (RIP you bastard of the real American blues, 6 string set base), (track 11), at a volume setting of say 15 on a knob that goes to 10, like some British shit show of ‘The Moody Blues’, SRV is - TEXAS AMERICAN - 'real ass' Blues… from his ‘Real Deal’ Greatest Hits, on some Jap’ (love those plagiarizers), CD player… What you really want is a Cuban hand rolled black cigar that you lit in front of all your friends and your wife, and your right winger Congress ‘man’ on board, with a butane powered silver lighter engraved with your NAFI ensign, (No Ambition and F’all Interest)… What you really want is a Glenn or Bells with two ice cubes and a little water, thank you very much… What you really want is to tell your wife you love her like you did when you met her, but she has got a little damned naggy inside this menopause chrysalis, now pay attention, they call it ‘men – oh – pause', pay attention, the drink is always a good excuse, carry on all ‘men’… What you want is a bloody steak and a bloody dark ale, not this piss water lager, (that rhymes), that you have aboard, it’s now about the Stout…. Its now about heading South to get some Stout, which is going home anyways, so you can get lots for the boot, (American – the bloody trunk), bye yessum, lots’ o’ Stouts… And ditch that right-winger Congress ‘man’ to the localist beach, this F'er who is not so sure where Alaska is on a map, and is thus good as F’ for my vote… Esah, and good chance… SH.