There are mad people out there and unfortunately a good few go to sea. I fear we may have met our unfair share of them but not this particular crazy.
Be careful of the bright yellow cat called Moby Dick on a mooring in St Maria Island in the Azores. It is owned by a German guy (who has a house on the island with the biggest German flag flying over it). He has taken the beach towel mentality to the extreme. His mooring is bang in the middle of the very tight anchorage and any boat that arrives is welcomed with a verbal assault, arms waving, threats of violence. The harbour authorities are really embarrassed by his behaviour especially as they direct you to anchor there!
We replied with a few choice names and moved around to another anchorage and it mystifies my why anyone would have stayed in the anchorage with the French loon.
The boat, a huge cat was anchored at Lindisfarne. I was with a crew of work colleagues and he invited us all abord for a drink.
Seemed a really interesting chap - but shifted the sauce a bit, apparently had several hundred gallons on board - He managed to get my crew totally pissed - I nearly lost one of em getting back on board.
The boat was a seriously big cat which he had built himself - magnificent piece of work. Apparently he had only just finished it when we met up, he'd had the thing towed down the Rhine and had sailed from Holland to Lindisfarne by a circuitous and fairly alcoholic route.
He said he was heading for Ireland, when I asked him when he expected to arrive there he thought for a moment then answered "Ziss year"