Peppermint
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Power beats sail again.
70% of boat sales were powerboats.
Average deal price £110k
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70% of boat sales were powerboats.
Average deal price £110k
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oldharry
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Yes, but attendance was down from 140k to 120k visitors this year. Organisers attribute this to the bad weather.
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Joe
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Not to mention the price to get in!!
Joe
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AlexL
Member
Can't see what the problem was, I thought the show was excellent (got in for free mind - got some free tix as I had just bought a boat) and the weather on saturday actually made it bearable as it wasn't completely heaving as it was last year. Besides if a bit of rain puts people off, they are looking at the wrong sport!
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Ohdrat
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Re: Weather
Probably the reason why power exceeded the sail sales too..
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Probably the reason why power exceeded the sail sales too..
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Oldhand
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Wonder if it will be this ratio after 2006 and demise of red diesel?
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rickp
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What are the ratios for the big boat shows in other countries? I'd be suprised if they were that dissimilar from the UK shows.
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Beagle
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Each and every year I go to the "Boot Dusseldorf" Can't comment on sales figures, but the common thread seems to be bigger and more expensive. Allthough it means that most boats will be way out of my range, it must be in interest of a large part of the visitors (demand principle). Otherwise the yards wouldn't seel a thing I guess..... I find this show interesting for the general boat part, clothing and such and sometimes I do drool over the top of the range Najad, Sweden Yacht and such.....
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It is a waste of time and it annoys the pig.
Gunfleet
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2006 and red diesel
Perhaps we should start a campaign for red hydrogen right now. I wonder if Oirishmen will start passing it through cat litter to remove all traces of the dye, like they do the other stuff (allegedly)
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Perhaps we should start a campaign for red hydrogen right now. I wonder if Oirishmen will start passing it through cat litter to remove all traces of the dye, like they do the other stuff (allegedly)
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ShipsWoofy
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Tis quite obvious. More people finding they have disposable income approaching 50. Kids gone off to study or work, maybe HMP north of the border /forums/images/icons/smile.gif.
Equity allows massive loans secured on property. More middle management and higher pay bracket than ever. What to do with all this lolly.
Lets buy a static caravan in Rhyl. Er no that is for old Scoucers. Lets buy a boat, but we don't know anything about boats darling. So the family trot to the boat show and start with raggies. Dreams about round the world sailing, swimming with turtles dolphins, scantly clad nymphs awaiting their arrival on tropical beaches.
What is all this string, I am not climbing into that bed. Look mum the oven swings, crashed pans on the floor, salesman looking rather snotty. Quick love wait until you see the bog, look at that plumbing, you will need a trades certificate to use it. Salesman requests son stops standing on upholstery in a vain attempt to look through post box sized windows to see if that girl is still in the queue.
Dad opens engine box and makes comments regarding his old fizzy having more hp. Lots of banging about as the box will not fit back into place. Mum pulls at straps in kitchen scratching her brow, enlightenment comes when a scruffy arsed couple comment on the design of the galley and how you could still brew up at 30° in a storm. Mum takes a couple of seconds and joins the others now on deck. Scruffy couple are stunned that you have enough room to get up on your elbows while in the aft bunk, they have to apply talc in order to get into theirs.
(Meanwhile on deck)What are all these strings for Dad, why are there 6 of these spinney things. Son is frantically spinning the big wheel side to side as he battles a force 10 in the Excel Centre. There is a bit of a family feud as they all try to clamber around the wheel at once, daughter has trapped leg in the 1/8 inch clearance allowed between wheel and locker, although on second look it is actually son holding her leg through the cockpit quarter light as he stands on the aft bunk stopping anyone else viewing the boat.
Salesman suggests that maybe they should consider training or even a dinghy first. Dad now decides he is being patronised, he has watched dead calm and this sailing lark looks simple. Off they trot towards the big white fuel guzzlers.
Woooh look, a paddling platform, this is really easy access, no climbing over guard wires and wheels. Look mum steps going up, like on a ferry, we have to get this one it has steps, you know we do have stairs at home don’t you darling.
They each try every seat in the cockpit, it is looking like a game of musical chairs, mum tell him, I was sat here first. Visions and dreams have moved on from deserted Islands to St Tropez and other bustling metropolises. The salesman sees the Isle of Wight and Portsmouth. Son is on flybridge driving through the crowds like he was driving a formula 1 racer, his sound effects mirror everything including tyre screeches, the 12 year old salesmen are watching and laughing as they wonder how much of their failed student overdrafts will be cleared by these nice people.
Dad is sat at the helm, he pushes his feet about looking for the pedals, smarmy sales rep points out the switch, er, throttle. ‘Where’s the brake then’ says dad trying to show this kid can’t pull the wool over his eyes! No dad says son entering, ‘you just yank the stick fully backwards to stop’. Mum is opening every cupboard in the kitchen, ooohs and ahhhs emanate as she discovers the halogen hob and microwave.
Daughter has been admiring her new nose ring in the enormous bathroom mirror until son fires shower at her as he sneaked in behind. Mum is now running fingers through the plush white carpet, it looks so lovely and clean, boats must be a doddle to keep spick and spam as all the power boats have white carpet. She comments how ‘changing rooms’ the purple seats and leopard skin cushions are. Who would have thought this many gaudy colours would go together, just look at the yellow curtains and purple seats, lovely.
Dad is now pressing every button on the dash, he clicks the ones above his head back and forth, he is playing aircraft pilots. The circuit breaker in the hall is fizzing away until the salesman in the neatest school pants intervenes and starts switching stuff back off. The fact most of the switches only turn lights on and off is of no consequence, a powerboats quality is measured by how many switches can be reached from the helm. Japanese HiFi designers are brought in especially to add useless switches and indicators to show the temperature of the anchor locker or a dial indicator funometer measuring the helms drivers grin as he piles though moorings at full whack.
Now it is crunch time, mum son and daughter sit excited as Dad starts hammering out a deal on the saloon table. Vases and candles moved aside as the glossy brochures are thumbed. Clear blue skies, white teeth and a multitude of size eight teenage girls sunbathe in bikinis on the foredeck of a boat doing 35 knots, no mention of the location of hyperthermia blankets used after the photo shoot though. Dad makes a quip to the saleskid that this boat must be safer than those pokey things with sails, as there are no liferafts, horseshoes or danbuoys. They don’t even have proper handrails.
Mum starts to raise a question about climbing off over the side as she can see outside on the pontoons a scruffy bearded type stepping off the middle of his boat onto the pontoon. Dad shushes her saying he will back in and she can step off the platform. It’s easy!
Dad shakes hands with the kid, he is now putting on his best telephone voice, oh yes we will be in touch once you have finished with the show for a private viewing.
The excited family are anxiously awaiting delivery of their new rib next week. Dad has bought a new atlas and a waterproof cover for his phone. Mum has been buying up the contents of home and bargain and the kids are off getting stoned somewhere.
And that is why there are more MOBO’s at the boatshow.
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Equity allows massive loans secured on property. More middle management and higher pay bracket than ever. What to do with all this lolly.
Lets buy a static caravan in Rhyl. Er no that is for old Scoucers. Lets buy a boat, but we don't know anything about boats darling. So the family trot to the boat show and start with raggies. Dreams about round the world sailing, swimming with turtles dolphins, scantly clad nymphs awaiting their arrival on tropical beaches.
What is all this string, I am not climbing into that bed. Look mum the oven swings, crashed pans on the floor, salesman looking rather snotty. Quick love wait until you see the bog, look at that plumbing, you will need a trades certificate to use it. Salesman requests son stops standing on upholstery in a vain attempt to look through post box sized windows to see if that girl is still in the queue.
Dad opens engine box and makes comments regarding his old fizzy having more hp. Lots of banging about as the box will not fit back into place. Mum pulls at straps in kitchen scratching her brow, enlightenment comes when a scruffy arsed couple comment on the design of the galley and how you could still brew up at 30° in a storm. Mum takes a couple of seconds and joins the others now on deck. Scruffy couple are stunned that you have enough room to get up on your elbows while in the aft bunk, they have to apply talc in order to get into theirs.
(Meanwhile on deck)What are all these strings for Dad, why are there 6 of these spinney things. Son is frantically spinning the big wheel side to side as he battles a force 10 in the Excel Centre. There is a bit of a family feud as they all try to clamber around the wheel at once, daughter has trapped leg in the 1/8 inch clearance allowed between wheel and locker, although on second look it is actually son holding her leg through the cockpit quarter light as he stands on the aft bunk stopping anyone else viewing the boat.
Salesman suggests that maybe they should consider training or even a dinghy first. Dad now decides he is being patronised, he has watched dead calm and this sailing lark looks simple. Off they trot towards the big white fuel guzzlers.
Woooh look, a paddling platform, this is really easy access, no climbing over guard wires and wheels. Look mum steps going up, like on a ferry, we have to get this one it has steps, you know we do have stairs at home don’t you darling.
They each try every seat in the cockpit, it is looking like a game of musical chairs, mum tell him, I was sat here first. Visions and dreams have moved on from deserted Islands to St Tropez and other bustling metropolises. The salesman sees the Isle of Wight and Portsmouth. Son is on flybridge driving through the crowds like he was driving a formula 1 racer, his sound effects mirror everything including tyre screeches, the 12 year old salesmen are watching and laughing as they wonder how much of their failed student overdrafts will be cleared by these nice people.
Dad is sat at the helm, he pushes his feet about looking for the pedals, smarmy sales rep points out the switch, er, throttle. ‘Where’s the brake then’ says dad trying to show this kid can’t pull the wool over his eyes! No dad says son entering, ‘you just yank the stick fully backwards to stop’. Mum is opening every cupboard in the kitchen, ooohs and ahhhs emanate as she discovers the halogen hob and microwave.
Daughter has been admiring her new nose ring in the enormous bathroom mirror until son fires shower at her as he sneaked in behind. Mum is now running fingers through the plush white carpet, it looks so lovely and clean, boats must be a doddle to keep spick and spam as all the power boats have white carpet. She comments how ‘changing rooms’ the purple seats and leopard skin cushions are. Who would have thought this many gaudy colours would go together, just look at the yellow curtains and purple seats, lovely.
Dad is now pressing every button on the dash, he clicks the ones above his head back and forth, he is playing aircraft pilots. The circuit breaker in the hall is fizzing away until the salesman in the neatest school pants intervenes and starts switching stuff back off. The fact most of the switches only turn lights on and off is of no consequence, a powerboats quality is measured by how many switches can be reached from the helm. Japanese HiFi designers are brought in especially to add useless switches and indicators to show the temperature of the anchor locker or a dial indicator funometer measuring the helms drivers grin as he piles though moorings at full whack.
Now it is crunch time, mum son and daughter sit excited as Dad starts hammering out a deal on the saloon table. Vases and candles moved aside as the glossy brochures are thumbed. Clear blue skies, white teeth and a multitude of size eight teenage girls sunbathe in bikinis on the foredeck of a boat doing 35 knots, no mention of the location of hyperthermia blankets used after the photo shoot though. Dad makes a quip to the saleskid that this boat must be safer than those pokey things with sails, as there are no liferafts, horseshoes or danbuoys. They don’t even have proper handrails.
Mum starts to raise a question about climbing off over the side as she can see outside on the pontoons a scruffy bearded type stepping off the middle of his boat onto the pontoon. Dad shushes her saying he will back in and she can step off the platform. It’s easy!
Dad shakes hands with the kid, he is now putting on his best telephone voice, oh yes we will be in touch once you have finished with the show for a private viewing.
The excited family are anxiously awaiting delivery of their new rib next week. Dad has bought a new atlas and a waterproof cover for his phone. Mum has been buying up the contents of home and bargain and the kids are off getting stoned somewhere.
And that is why there are more MOBO’s at the boatshow.
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rickp
Active member
You can get temperature gauges for anchor lockers??!?! I woz done!
Rick
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muminator
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Brilliant post, Woof...gave me a good chuckle after a hard day at work. Thanks.
Sue
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Sue
<hr width=100% size=1>Definition of an expert: An Ex is a has-been, and a Spurt is a drip under pressure...
jhr
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ROTFL!
Brilliant. And strangely familiar...............
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Brilliant. And strangely familiar...............
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Cheeky Girl
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Some of us are still working hard alright for these part-timers.
Great post though
Graham
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Great post though
Graham
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longjohnsilver
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LOL
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Twister_Ken
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Love it!
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janeK
Member
Brilliant posting thank you
JaneK
<hr width=100% size=1>If work was so good, the rich would have kept more of it for themselves.
JaneK
<hr width=100% size=1>If work was so good, the rich would have kept more of it for themselves.
FullCircle
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...and I wasnt bothered about the details of the soddin boat, just as long as they give me one of them posh Jeanneau Salemans jackets when the boat is delivered!!!!
And why were all those boats there with no masts fitted? Clever shallow draft design though, as I couldn't see the bilge keels or the centre boards. Seems a shame to me that they couldn't fit the boats properly before putting them on show! I didn't bother even looking at them.
Jim
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And why were all those boats there with no masts fitted? Clever shallow draft design though, as I couldn't see the bilge keels or the centre boards. Seems a shame to me that they couldn't fit the boats properly before putting them on show! I didn't bother even looking at them.
Jim
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oldgit
Well-known member
the Beatnick casual look circa 1951.
While loitering by the Sunseeker stand wus playing a little game called spot the raggie.You could spot em coming from 20 poles away,veering across the path and promptly changing direction for no obvious reason.Most looked like they had just left a jumble sale promoted by some outfit called Musto with a summer promotion on shorts n sandels.Not quite sure but this years look involves shoveing all your clothes into a locker and only wearing them after they had been in there for several months.No wonder Sunseeker sales people kept fingering their cattleprods just in case one one them tried to mount the stairs.That style might get you into steptoes yard but not much else./forums/images/icons/laugh.gif
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While loitering by the Sunseeker stand wus playing a little game called spot the raggie.You could spot em coming from 20 poles away,veering across the path and promptly changing direction for no obvious reason.Most looked like they had just left a jumble sale promoted by some outfit called Musto with a summer promotion on shorts n sandels.Not quite sure but this years look involves shoveing all your clothes into a locker and only wearing them after they had been in there for several months.No wonder Sunseeker sales people kept fingering their cattleprods just in case one one them tried to mount the stairs.That style might get you into steptoes yard but not much else./forums/images/icons/laugh.gif
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BrendanS
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Re: the Beatnick casual look circa 1951.
Hey!, I'm no raggie! Wot's wrong with Musto, shorts and sandals? I had shaved a few days previously as well!
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Hey!, I'm no raggie! Wot's wrong with Musto, shorts and sandals? I had shaved a few days previously as well!
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