In the 16th and 17th centuries, everything had to be transported by ship and it was also before commercial fertilizer's invention, so large shipments of manure were common. It was shipped dry, because in dry form it weighed a lot less than when wet, but once water (at sea) hit it, it not only became heavier, but the process of fermentation began again, of which a by product is methane gas. As the stuff was stored below decks in bundles you can see what could (and did) happen. Methane began to build up below decks and the first time someone came below at night with a lantern, BOOOOM! Several ships were destroyed in this manner before it was determined just what was happening. After that, the bundles of manure were always stamped with the term "Ship High In Transit" on them, which meant for the sailors to stow it high enough off the lower decks so that any water that came into the hold would not touch this volatile cargo and start the production of methane. Thus evolved the term " S.H.I.T " , (Ship High In Transport) which has come down through the centuries and is in use to this very day. You probably did not know the true history of this word. Neither did I. I had always thought it was a golf term.
I shall now commence my post about my weekend adventure. It may be available tomorrow, progress will depend on hanging in between cold compresses, antibiotics and pills to alleviate a number of areas of pain mainly above my shoulders, photo's not availailable at present. Have a pleasant evening. Vest, back from the dead. Read comment from previous post.
Tuesday, 12 February 2008
I had a rump steak dinner with my son Chris at Halekulani Bowling Club in Budgewoi last night using our $25 Dine NSW Vouchers .
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