Last week, I blogged my interview with Gary Jobson where he spoke about the new graphics technology - Liveline- that will be used during the AC coverage on NBC. These videos shows Liveline in action and explain how it works.
The guy behind, Liveline, Stan Honey is a God. Among a long list of achievements, he created the yellow line in football and was ISAF Rolex Yachtsman of the Year for his navigation accomplishments.
It's worth watching all three of these. It's going to be cool to see in action.
he swell, and the towering wave, Cover many a seafarer's grave. So to land Britain's dish, (What are chips, without fish?), A man must be strong, skilled and brave.
Mr McMillan said: 'Maggie's limerick actually covers a number of emotions which is hard to do in five lines: it rhymes, it's got rhythm, it's a proper limerick.'
A shipping forecaster called Gough, Found Forties and Forth made her cough; Her throat went quite tight, With Fastnet, German Bight; And Finisterre finished her off. by Bob Turvey from Bristol.
A young man signed up for the sea and soon was as sick as could be. The First Mate said "Jack, it's sea legs you lack we're sadly still tied to the quay". The Landlubber's Lament by Les Penrose, from East Yorkshire.
An honorary mention went to a 6-year-old schoolboy from Cornwall. There was a surfer from London who went to tea in a dungeon he had some coffee and plenty of toffee and said 'I wish I was a penguin.'
I play this every year on St Paddy's Day 'cos I bloody love this. Sing along me beauties. Where's my Guinness.
On the fourth of July eighteen hundred and six We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks For the grand city hall in New York 'Twas a wonderful craft, she was rigged fore-and-aft And oh, how the wild winds drove her. She'd got several blasts, she'd twenty-seven masts And we called her the Irish Rover.
We had one million bales of the best Sligo rags We had two million barrels of stones We had three million sides of old blind horses hides, We had four million barrels of bones. We had five million hogs, we had six million dogs, Seven million barrels of porter. We had eight million bails of old nanny goats' tails, In the hold of the Irish Rover.
There was awl Mickey Coote who played hard on his flute When the ladies lined up for his set He was tootin' with skill for each sparkling quadrille Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet With his sparse witty talk he was cock of the walk As he rolled the dames under and over They all knew at a glance when he took up his stance And he sailed in the Irish Rover
There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee, There was Hogan from County Tyrone There was Jimmy McGurk who was scarred stiff of work And a man from Westmeath called Malone There was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule And fighting Bill Tracey from Dover And your man Mick McCann from the banks of the Bann Was the skipper of the Irish Rover
We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out And the ship lost it's way in a fog. And that whale of the crew was reduced down to two, Just meself and the captain's old dog. Then the ship struck a rock, oh Lord what a shock The bulkhead was turned right over Turned nine times around, and the poor dog was drowned I'm the last of the Irish Rover
In addition to the obvious clues, such as the company name and logo printed which would typically be painted obtrusively on the sailcover or hull, and the red roller furling which I wrote about before, the following is a tongue-in-cheek look at 10 other telltales that the vessel making their way along side you is a charter boat: