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Hm, ambition. When I was younger I wanted to be an adventurer (like the Action Man with the beard) - someone who explored unlooked-for paths and discovered unguessable secrets. Needless to say, things haven't quite turned out how my young eyes had envisaged. So far I've attained not much more than no-mark status, but, you know, *grumbles a thousand curses*.... things may change.
Anyway, the other day I got to thinking about high ambition, about what my true and most wished for ambitions are.... Now being a fantastist of spasmodic proportions, I had to force myself at gunpoint to cross-out my initial designs.
No, I can't traverse from John O'Groats to Land's End by tight-rope walking on the wires of electric pillons. x
No, I can't single-handedly cross the Pacific Ocean by striding like the Man from Atlantis upon the sea bed. x
No, I can't convert that disused factory across the street, fill it with porn stars and turn it into a world-historic knocking shop. x
So having narrowed it down to something that is possible in the real world (whatever that is), I eventually arrived at the conclusion that my highest ambition lies in the realm of creativity: I want to scribble something that means something. Easier said than done I know. I haven't got the faintest inkling what it will be about - whether it'll be fiction or non-fiction - but that's my highest ambition.
And so to the inevitable question: What's your highest ambition? Tell me if you want to. If not, make something up. Either way, I promise to ponder all responses with my wistful gaze and pretend that I'm interested.
(I'm off out to buy some cigs, and hopefully I'll get the chance to play puckish guessing-games with a trembling longbeard in the shop's narrow entrance.....)
Anyway, the other day I got to thinking about high ambition, about what my true and most wished for ambitions are.... Now being a fantastist of spasmodic proportions, I had to force myself at gunpoint to cross-out my initial designs.
No, I can't traverse from John O'Groats to Land's End by tight-rope walking on the wires of electric pillons. x
No, I can't single-handedly cross the Pacific Ocean by striding like the Man from Atlantis upon the sea bed. x
No, I can't convert that disused factory across the street, fill it with porn stars and turn it into a world-historic knocking shop. x
So having narrowed it down to something that is possible in the real world (whatever that is), I eventually arrived at the conclusion that my highest ambition lies in the realm of creativity: I want to scribble something that means something. Easier said than done I know. I haven't got the faintest inkling what it will be about - whether it'll be fiction or non-fiction - but that's my highest ambition.
And so to the inevitable question: What's your highest ambition? Tell me if you want to. If not, make something up. Either way, I promise to ponder all responses with my wistful gaze and pretend that I'm interested.
(I'm off out to buy some cigs, and hopefully I'll get the chance to play puckish guessing-games with a trembling longbeard in the shop's narrow entrance.....)
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Mr Snuggly wrote:
> I have my Cygnet swimming badge and my bronze swimming certificate,
> can I come?
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No. You can snorkel about on top with the Yank-tourists and scream "HONEY, LOOK!" when a fish comes near. It'll be fun.
> I have my Cygnet swimming badge and my bronze swimming certificate,
> can I come?
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No. You can snorkel about on top with the Yank-tourists and scream "HONEY, LOOK!" when a fish comes near. It'll be fun.
I can do a width.
And one time I my locker key fell off, so I dived down to get it - this was on the slopey bit at Harlow pool where it goes deep - but it made my ears hurt and I got my key from the slope but then I laughed at a fat man and then I filled up with water and it got a bit dark after that.
I've seen The Deep though, so I know not to go swimming with bald black men near moray eel holes.
And one time I my locker key fell off, so I dived down to get it - this was on the slopey bit at Harlow pool where it goes deep - but it made my ears hurt and I got my key from the slope but then I laughed at a fat man and then I filled up with water and it got a bit dark after that.
I've seen The Deep though, so I know not to go swimming with bald black men near moray eel holes.
I have my Cygnet swimming badge and my bronze swimming certificate, can I come? Also, I can pick up a rubber brick from the bottom of the pool wearing my pyjamas.
Stryke wrote:
> You'll need quite a few years of experience before you'll be qualified
> enough to dive deep enough where hammerheads schoal in those numbers.
> If you want my advice (which you probably don't, but I've been diving
> for 7 years now), get a PADI Advanced Open Water qualification, not a
> stupid NAUI or a poncy BSAC one. Then do specialities to dive (a)with
> EAN and (b) below 40 metres.
The PADI Open water is the one I'm scheduled to do, and I'll try to follow that up with advanced open water next year. That'll qualify me to 30 metres, and I'll take it from there really.
> You'll need quite a few years of experience before you'll be qualified
> enough to dive deep enough where hammerheads schoal in those numbers.
> If you want my advice (which you probably don't, but I've been diving
> for 7 years now), get a PADI Advanced Open Water qualification, not a
> stupid NAUI or a poncy BSAC one. Then do specialities to dive (a)with
> EAN and (b) below 40 metres.
The PADI Open water is the one I'm scheduled to do, and I'll try to follow that up with advanced open water next year. That'll qualify me to 30 metres, and I'll take it from there really.
Insane Bartender wrote:
> To swim in clear blue waters and watch a school of hammerhead sharks
> pass overhead. one hundred, two hundred, three hundred perfectly
> evolved, highly intelligent killing machines within touching distance,
> taking no notice of me at all.
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Well, I've been diving with about 10 hammerheads. Great Hammerheads, not the poncy Scallop ones. Most of them didn't take any notice of us, but one did. And I kept my cool impressively.
Actually, the regulator fell out of my mouth and I almost broke for the surface. But then it would have probably attacked me because I would have looked all seal-like on the surface. So I put my regulator back in and asked it politely not to eat me or my dad. The other two guys weren't m, so I was fine with it eating them.
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> To jump into an underwater cage, and watch a great white shark test
> the cage's mettle with several tons per square centimetre of
> bitepower.
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You can go free-diving with juvenile great whites, which I hope to do. You have to legally wear chain mail though. But I'm beardy enough to love that.
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> Incidentally, I'm taking a Scuba course in a few weeks time, and will
> be hopefully holidaying in Sharm El Sheikh early next summer to fulfil
> part one of the outline above.
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You'll need quite a few years of experience before you'll be qualified enough to dive deep enough where hammerheads schoal in those numbers. If you want my advice (which you probably don't, but I've been diving for 7 years now), get a PADI Advanced Open Water qualification, not a stupid NAUI or a poncy BSAC one. Then do specialities to dive (a)with EAN and (b) below 40 metres.
Not to take the magic out of that particular ambition or anything :D
> To swim in clear blue waters and watch a school of hammerhead sharks
> pass overhead. one hundred, two hundred, three hundred perfectly
> evolved, highly intelligent killing machines within touching distance,
> taking no notice of me at all.
--
Well, I've been diving with about 10 hammerheads. Great Hammerheads, not the poncy Scallop ones. Most of them didn't take any notice of us, but one did. And I kept my cool impressively.
Actually, the regulator fell out of my mouth and I almost broke for the surface. But then it would have probably attacked me because I would have looked all seal-like on the surface. So I put my regulator back in and asked it politely not to eat me or my dad. The other two guys weren't m, so I was fine with it eating them.
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> To jump into an underwater cage, and watch a great white shark test
> the cage's mettle with several tons per square centimetre of
> bitepower.
--
You can go free-diving with juvenile great whites, which I hope to do. You have to legally wear chain mail though. But I'm beardy enough to love that.
--
> Incidentally, I'm taking a Scuba course in a few weeks time, and will
> be hopefully holidaying in Sharm El Sheikh early next summer to fulfil
> part one of the outline above.
--
You'll need quite a few years of experience before you'll be qualified enough to dive deep enough where hammerheads schoal in those numbers. If you want my advice (which you probably don't, but I've been diving for 7 years now), get a PADI Advanced Open Water qualification, not a stupid NAUI or a poncy BSAC one. Then do specialities to dive (a)with EAN and (b) below 40 metres.
Not to take the magic out of that particular ambition or anything :D
Swashbuckling ambitions all round - whether on stage, underwater, on water.... the bearded Action Man lives.
The scuba diving does sound amazing. I wouldn't mind trying that.
The scuba diving does sound amazing. I wouldn't mind trying that.
You've never been to Essex have you?
Imagine all that in Kappa and Burberry
Imagine all that in Kappa and Burberry
There are some places tat men have never been.
Mostly because the sheer density of lethal creatures make them untraversable.
But if you want to rub shoulders with parasites that will enter any orifice and eat your flesh, arachnids and insects capable of felling elephants, and fungi that will enter your lungs and eat you alive, then bon voyage!
Mostly because the sheer density of lethal creatures make them untraversable.
But if you want to rub shoulders with parasites that will enter any orifice and eat your flesh, arachnids and insects capable of felling elephants, and fungi that will enter your lungs and eat you alive, then bon voyage!
Insane Bartender wrote:
> You missed the bit about swimming openly with 300 hammerheads then?
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No, but I couldn't make a pithy comment about that now could I?
Honestly...
> You missed the bit about swimming openly with 300 hammerheads then?
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No, but I couldn't make a pithy comment about that now could I?
Honestly...
One man (plus optional crew) and the sea. One man against the supreme might of the elements.
There's something mighty about that. As for swimming with sharks...well, with my own boat that would be an easy option.
I'm talking abou sailing to unknown places, places that man have never traversed before. Do you believe man has seen the whole the world has to offer? I don't.
There are things out there that would make your mind boggle and your heart skip a few beats.
There's something mighty about that. As for swimming with sharks...well, with my own boat that would be an easy option.
I'm talking abou sailing to unknown places, places that man have never traversed before. Do you believe man has seen the whole the world has to offer? I don't.
There are things out there that would make your mind boggle and your heart skip a few beats.
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