Sea, Sex and Sun

I never understood what the French saw in Serge Gainsbourg. I remember the national outpouring of grief when he died in 1991.

http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x1chun_jt-antenne-2-mort-de-serge-gainsbou_people

Anyway one of his dirges was Sea, Sex and Sun.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p1MVyenU78w

 

Sitting in my office last week, the refrain would not leave my head so I sprang from my desk and headed out to sea, in the blazing sun. I had not gone very far when I realized that the throttle cable on my motor was jammed. Okinawa is a terrible place for mechanical things as the humidity generates rust more quickly than my toes used to generate Athletes Foot.  I turned around and started  to free it up by spraying gallons of WD 40 down the cable sleeve. As usual what at first appeared to be quite straight forward turned out to be very fiddly. I had to dismantle the whole engine casing thing, free the cable from the carburetor and generally fiddle with my sausage like fingers in restricted space whilst holding a screwdriver, some allen keys and various screws and nuts in my mouth. I finally fixed the throttle cable but in doing so of course lost the screws that keep the casing together and a little grid thing. I am a terrible mechanic.

Notice the rust after a couple of months

Notice the rust after a couple of months

It is now 6:00 and my afternoon of Sea, Sex and Sun has not happened. The engine works fine but as I row back in from test run, I manage to snap an oar blade. I blame Gainsbourg.

I managed to get replacements very easily and the nice man in the sea stuff shop gave me an ice cream

I managed to get replacements very easily and the nice man in the sea stuff shop gave me an ice cream

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6 Responses to Sea, Sex and Sun

  1. Mike Taylor says:

    You explained only the sea and the sun bit unless your mechanical prowess was designed to be a subtle metaphor.

    • Sex is only there for the internal rhythm of the phrase. However I understand what you mean by the metaphor- “fiddle with my sausage like fingers in restricted space”- is spot on, but I ardently deny-“nuts in my mouth.”

  2. Ian Calder says:

    Ideally, you can rinse the motor off with fresh water after every run, yea and run it in a bucket (big) if it does not have a flushing port. Then spray everything with WD40. But you know that. Then use the anti-rust fluids, and it will still rust, if the moths don’t get it. Then the flies swarm in etc.

  3. I know but can’t be bothered.

  4. Thank you for the clip. My first Serge Gainsbourg. He seemed really inconvenienced to appear in his own video.

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