All the way from Brucehaven

The beer man arrives as his most excellent Brucehaven Mild is back on. Coincidentally, in Chronometer Jack, I’d just read how John Miller ordered an 85’ brig from Brucehaven boatyard in 1841. They built it from start to finish in three months 10 days and off it went taking victuals to Tasmania via the Cape of Good Hope. Things we used to be able to do, eh? Most youff round the Forth now couldn’t even tie a knot, said the grumpy old bore.
Then off to see the chum who is a whole lot better after the scare of the previous day which has happily come to naught. And then the big news on they way home. The Nation’s Mighty ‘eck has launched a party! A political party! And with characteristic humility has named it the same as the country. L'etat c'est moi. His plan, with what could be regarded as a disregard for ethics, is to ‘game' the AMS system. Thus his voters will in effect have two votes, rather than the list votes being used to rectify the lack of proportionality in the FPTP constituency element, as intended by the Parliament’s architects. You following? The greens have been doing it for years of course. 
Then an al fresco eat out on the beach! Word had got out that I wasn’t looking after myself properly and that I needed a feed. A local kindly soul rustled up spag bol - even down to boiling the water on the open fire. What a talent. 
Later, good lord, more exciting rugby! We win in Paris! First time we’ve won in both Twickenham and Paris since 1920 something. OK, there’s no fans so it’s not quite comparable but hey hey, my my!