Mad Mike

He isn't really. Though he is called Mike. A joiner and another Digger's habitué - well, on Friday evenings. Anyway, that's a wee Ukrainian ribbon - today he'd been down demonstrating outside the Russian Consulate and was a bit chowed aff that it hadn't appeared on the 6 o'clock news.
His granny had died in Stalin's great collective programs of the 1930s and so his dad joined up with the Galician SS after the German invasion to fight the Russians. He was one of the few lucky ones who found himself in a POW camp in Italy and from there made his way to the UK where they settled. History in the raw, eh?
But hey, I know you want to know how I got on with the boat windows. Tomorrow!