demonboy
Well-Known Member
Two years ago we met three sailors who had spent many years sailing together. They bored Queenie and myself stupid with 'hilarious' tales of drunken sailing antics. Imagine the horror of having to listen to these three clowns, one of whom is, as I understand it, very high up in the RYA, tell us tale after tale of how they were so drunk they circled some lighthouse three times blah blah blah yawn yawn yawn.
One evening the RYA bore told us of this time he was helicoptered from his boat and whisked away to a Turkish hospital after a nasty accident where he fell down the hatch and cracked some ribs. All three of them praised the services of the medical staff and harped on about the medical facilities in Turkey. Oooh, the seriousness of this accident. "He could have died", "He almost broke his back", and so on. The conversation ended abruptly when I asked: were you drunk?
For the record I don't drink and sail, and when I told these three chaps that I don't they were truly horrified.
One evening the RYA bore told us of this time he was helicoptered from his boat and whisked away to a Turkish hospital after a nasty accident where he fell down the hatch and cracked some ribs. All three of them praised the services of the medical staff and harped on about the medical facilities in Turkey. Oooh, the seriousness of this accident. "He could have died", "He almost broke his back", and so on. The conversation ended abruptly when I asked: were you drunk?
For the record I don't drink and sail, and when I told these three chaps that I don't they were truly horrified.