october 16, 2007
by uzwi
…the almost spiritual urge I’ve been feeling lately to make my home on a decrepit PBY Catalina flying boat moored somewhere in the Caribbean, drink Black Heart rum all day dressed in chino cut-offs, & play chess with other old guys on a rusty cargo boat. Every so often the ancient valve radio springs into life without anyone switching it on & a voice can be heard repeating your call sign patiently against a background of bad weather, interference & big band swing. You don’t answer.
the m john harrison blog 
dammit now I have that urge too!