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clyst

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Have had several exeriences recently where flybridged mobos have either rafted along side ( no objection to that )or moored opposite on pontoons and promply lounged on the fly bridge. Bloody off putting when sat in the cockpit having people peering down at you. Anyone else find it intrusive ??
 
Have had several exeriences recently where flybridged mobos have either rafted along side ( no objection to that )or moored opposite on pontoons and promply lounged on the fly bridge. Bloody off putting when sat in the cockpit having people peering down at you. Anyone else find it intrusive ??

What ARE you up to that you feel the need to hide??
 
Surely you only know if they are peering down at you by peering up at them. And assuming that they do have the odd glance down at you you must be continually looking up at them to catch them looking down at you now and then.
 
As boaterbaz has suggested, it is a microcosm of the class system. I must say in a Contessa I get looked down on from rowing boats.
Comfort yourself with what tits they look driving them about, whilst stood on the roof.
 
Noblesse oblige

We like rafting up alongside motor yachts. Often their kind-hearted owners feel sorry for us and hand down nutricious kitchen scraps, or throw pennies in the sea for us to dive for.
 
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Have had several exeriences recently where flybridged mobos have either rafted along side ( no objection to that )or moored opposite on pontoons and promply lounged on the fly bridge. Bloody off putting when sat in the cockpit having people peering down at you. Anyone else find it intrusive ??
I would simply remove all items of clothing, this would have two effects, they would either vomit or avert their gaze! try it!
 
The problem is not the looking down, it's spoiling your beverage by blocking the view of the sunset.

I have no issue with motorboats with flybridges as long as they're not in the berth to the west of me.
 
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Bit of a long story, but when I was a lot younger, I was crewing on a 9-meter called Torridon. WE were in Tarbert harbour, moored at the fish quay and having a wee party aboard. The owner, Ron, had bought her the season before and commented that he would like to fit a toilet. (Facilities were restricted to a bucket-and-chuckit.) One member of the party (Jolly) remarked that he had removed an old Baby Blake and it was behind the petrol station. Ten minutes later it was lashed down on Torridon's deck, just ahead of the mast and we all repaired below for a drink to seal the bargain.

A while later, the sound of voices of a couple on the quay drifted in through the open skylight and we stopped our chatter to listen. To my ear, the accents were Lancastrian and the dialog went like this:-

Female voice "Eeh Bert, that boats got a toilet on its deck"

Male Voice "Aye lass, I see its a flushing toilet."

F V "Well, I wouldn't like to use it out there."

M V "Well, its a sea toilet. I expect they only use it at sea."
 
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