Saturday, September 10, 2005

Troy Tempest - great human

A blog commentator once accused me of “sapiens-bashing”, implying that I had some sort of grudge against humanity. I emphatically deny it: the whole point of this bog is to promote a spirit of camaraderie within the ape family by opening a channel of communication with my dear hairless cousins. I have the deepest admiration for more than a dozen humans, whom I shall eulogize on this site in an exciting new great humans series.

Let’s start the ball rolling with Troy Tempest, captain of a submarine called Stingray, and star of a television programme of the same name. Captain Tempest is brave and resourceful, virtues also found in many hairy apes. But he has one quality that is uniquely human: he is chivalrous.

Proof of this is seen in his conduct toward Marina, an aquatic woman with whom he has fallen in love. Marina is a mysterious beauty who can breathe underwater but is unfortunately mute, making it impossible for Captain Tempest to court her in the customary human fashion. But it would have been quite easy for him to force his attentions on her, secure in the knowledge that whatever her feelings about rough sex she would have been unable to complain afterwards. I admit that a male gorilla would offer no special consideration to a mute female in a similar situation: he would wait patiently until she was in season and then mount her without compunction. But the lovely Marina escapes such a fate thanks to the noble instincts of the gentle Captain Tempest, who adores her from afar – or from arm’s length at any rate.

In these more cynical times, there are some who might deride Captain Tempest as a sexually repressed buffoon, who in denying his own needs also prevents Marina from attaining proper womanly fulfilment. But I sense a deeper human wisdom, a realisation that some things are not meant to be, and that no good can come from mating with a woman who smells ever so slightly of fish.

I leave you with the
song played at the end of the TV show, a crooning ode to Marina that might have been composed by Captain Tempest himself.

Steady on Mr Bananas, Troy and Marina were the Posh and Becks of Supermarionation.
Normal human activity doesn’t stand the comparison and leads to disillusion or should that be dissolution? I have commented on Troy before here , over at Annie’s.
Thanks for the song. I've just listened to it with tears starting in my eyes.
Oh why do we have to get older (and die at some point)?
I'm glad you liked the song, Dr Maroon. When I discovered it freely available I knew it was a nugget of gold to be shared with my readers. Actually, I had thought that Tarzan and the Mynah Bird would be most appreciative, but your linked comment suggests that you were once a devoted fan.
I'll be on the lookout for similar gems from the past.
I never much cared for Marina and I still don't think she deserved that love song at the end (good foraging though, GB!).

I was more of a Lady Penelope man (or boy). Something about those upper class vowels got to me, and made me wonder whether such women also make posh-sounding noises during sex. When I got to University, I met one who did.
You went to university, Tarzan? In the absence of hard evidence, I suppose we might accept your word for it. You clearly didn't learn that bragging about one's sexual conquests is likely to be seen as boorish in refined company.

Dr Maroon:

'Tis a sight to engage me, if anything can,
To muse on the perishing pleasures of man;
Short-lived as we are, our enjoyments, I see,
Have a still shorter date, and die sooner than we.

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Such a handsome face.
Such flappy bottom lips.
Such narrow shoulders.
Was not Marina a giant fish from the waist down? I am just wondering if Troy's uncertainty about proposing marriage might have been practical rather than ideological.
I don't think so Annie. Have a look at this picture gallery: she is clearly standing up.
Stingray pictures
I have only just found this one, Mr B, but I have to admit to having had a huge crush on Captain Tempest since I was very small. In fact, as I sit here looking from the Troy pic to Ruf sitting across the room, there is a definite likeness... well, minus the strings obviously :)
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