TomIsitt
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Ever injured yourself on board your boat in a breath-takingly stupid way? I have just got back from the A&E department where I was forced to tell them this sorry tale:
St Peter Port on a balmy night in early June. I am in the company of a dozen Sunseekers and their owners. We're having a bit of a party. It's 3am and I have to confess that a certain amount of alcoholic refreshment had been enjoyed. Three Apache 45s are rafted up together and the sound-system of one of them is cranked up. The others are sporting a disco-ball, fairy lights, flashing disco lights and a bubble machine that filled the night air with bubbles. There is a certain amount of dancing on the foredecks, singing along with Dexey's Midnight Runners, and evil Pimms and Champagne cocktails are doing the rounds.
With a glass of Champagne in hand I execute a particularly audacious series of dance steps on the foredeck of one of the Apaches, at which point I discover that all those lovely bubbles blowing all over the place have the effect of making the foredeck quite slippery. Actually, very slippery. As my feet skid from beneath me my one thought is "don't spill the Champagne". And, to be fair, I didn't. Nor did I land directly on the deck...the camera in my inside jacket pocket broke my fall. And cracked two of my ribs.
As one spectator observed: "It wasn't big, and it wasn't clever...but it was bloody funny!"
Anybody manage a more stupid boating injury than that?
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St Peter Port on a balmy night in early June. I am in the company of a dozen Sunseekers and their owners. We're having a bit of a party. It's 3am and I have to confess that a certain amount of alcoholic refreshment had been enjoyed. Three Apache 45s are rafted up together and the sound-system of one of them is cranked up. The others are sporting a disco-ball, fairy lights, flashing disco lights and a bubble machine that filled the night air with bubbles. There is a certain amount of dancing on the foredecks, singing along with Dexey's Midnight Runners, and evil Pimms and Champagne cocktails are doing the rounds.
With a glass of Champagne in hand I execute a particularly audacious series of dance steps on the foredeck of one of the Apaches, at which point I discover that all those lovely bubbles blowing all over the place have the effect of making the foredeck quite slippery. Actually, very slippery. As my feet skid from beneath me my one thought is "don't spill the Champagne". And, to be fair, I didn't. Nor did I land directly on the deck...the camera in my inside jacket pocket broke my fall. And cracked two of my ribs.
As one spectator observed: "It wasn't big, and it wasn't clever...but it was bloody funny!"
Anybody manage a more stupid boating injury than that?
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