Saturday, 27 February 2010
11:25

Mutiny

I´d be surprised if anyone were to argue against the fact that the dynamics of a group involved in a journey of this magnitude are extremely important, and each potential member's personal characteristics must be carefully considered in order to not just allow the selection of genuinely talented individuals, but also to lay the foundations of compatatibility that will support the development of a fluid and functional team.... And it is with a furrowed brow and heavy heart that I commit the first seedlings of doubt to this Utopian ideal to text. But no longer can I remain silent. A growing resentment festers within me that casts an ever darkening shadow over the noble ambitions of our trip. A resentment that, if left unquenched from the springs of honesty, could threaten the solidarity and subsequent success of ThisRoad and all it stands for.... Ladies and Gentlemen, all is not well aboard our fair ship Barry. I have been constantly undermined, marginalised and indeed belittled by my alleged crew to a degree so staggering I shy from regaling the magnitude of their mutiny. It was clear, unequivicollay, irrefutably crystal clear, that after showering the boys would join me in the pub to watch the second half of the England vs Ireland rugby game. But their malevelont absence was rivalled only by their obvious and inherent disregard for the protocols of rugby and indeed all sporting voyeurism. You may argue that they hadn´t slept after a 24 hour drive to Ushuaia, you may proffer a defense of ageistic lethargy and forlorn beauty sleep, you may scoff at my manufactured misery and self-indulgent scorn. But I ask you this. Would you have left a friend, a friend so close that you could reach over and touch him from your car seat and / or bunk bed, to the incessant badgering of an irrepresible waiter? A waiter so merciless in his pursuit of further assistance that his pitiful victim is compelled to order an ever growing tide of cervezas that carry him tragically towards a state of undesired drukenness? I think we all know the answer to that question. And I can only hope that some residue of our splintered trust will flourish anew, and heal the wounds of it´s contemptible past..... Hola chico, una mas cerveza, grazias...

3 comments:

Philip said...

I got bored after "heavy heart" TIm so I'm not sure if you ever made a point worthy of a considered response. What I will say however is stop whinging and do something useful like stick some pictures in your post (it's what the fans want), read a guide book or find us somewhere to eat. You could even become a follower of your own blog like Tom, just in case you forget who you are or what you're supposed to be doing!? The fact is, whatever you do, if you look productive you're less likely to draw the unwanted attention of your superiors. I also had something to say about dirty laundry, stones and glass houses and some advice on cornering on mountain roads but that can wait.

dereksuehadden said...

Must have known the Irish would trounce the English and did not want to see a grown man cry.

From a Welshman

Tom said...

Tim, put the following words in the correct order: 'dry', 'eyes', and 'your'...

Oh, can't wait to see then the Wales-Ireland match; if the English and French can trounce you provincial chaps then Croak Park will be hysterically euphoric on Sat 13 March...!!!

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