Are you afraid of forks?

This was the question asked of me by the Mud Doctor yesterday at dinner. You see, the time got away from me so I got to dinner a little late, and by then all the forks were gone.

So I had to eat my overcooked steak with a spoon.
No worries, I had a knife, just not a fork. It was a hell of alot easier to eat my peas and corn, that's for sure.

However, it was a little strange. You see, I'm one of those people that usually requires the correct utensil for the dish. For example, I wouldn't eat my cereal with a teaspoon, don't butter my bread with a steak knife, and I prefer a soup spoon for soup.

My one exception to the rule is icecream. One thing you must do in your life is try eating icecream with a fork. You see, with a spoon, the flavour only hits the roof of your mouth when inserted, until you remove the spoon. But, if you use a fork, the flavour hits the roof and your tastebuds at the same time. It is something that looses something in the explanation. You must try it.

Plus it's fun.

Hmmnn........

It pissed down last night. Tis a good thing cos it will delay the rig move by a couple of days and I might get out of here without having to rig down. The downside is if it doesn't dry out soon, the roads might still be closed by Wednesday, and I'll get stuck here and won't be able to crew change. The other down side is that my bright spark offsider left all the samples out in the rain.
Now, wet silt and wet sand in small calico bags don't go too well with cardboard boxes. Sigh.

On another note, I was woken up this morning by one of the boys telling the campy that he didn't think to pack a jacket. The campy then said "I've got a spare one if youv'e got a spare hundred bucks".

Nice one.