Twister_Ken
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The other side of the story, from Sunsail 56
There we were, sailing (note, not motorsailing) down the Needles Channel when along comes this mad Jock, no genoa, mainsail fluttering worse than a Tory party opinion poll, big bone in its teeth, not a motoring come anywhere. We are tacking as necessary to avoid denting the IOW or the Shingles. As we do so, the bekilted one, beset by screaming red-headed Flora MacDonald look-alikes of various sizes, shapes and ages, swerves across our bows as if a wasp has just stung his naked buttocks. He can be heard shouting in a Glaswegian manner "I'll have you, you poncy sassenach fatherless shites. Get oot of my road in yer poofy wee boatie. An doan look all superior jes cos youse sailing an' I'm noat. An' look at that effing stubble and oakley sunshades, call yerself a man? I've seen tougher Lorne sausage. Aye, an' eaten it too."
At this point the elder Flora Macdonald shouts across an apology. "Niver you heed Mad Jock, sur, he's a harmless old soul, it's jes that he's got one of his nuts stuck in the bilge. And a wasp has stung his ..." At this point she choked on a smell that was emanating from the bowels of the vessel and we heard no more.
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There we were, sailing (note, not motorsailing) down the Needles Channel when along comes this mad Jock, no genoa, mainsail fluttering worse than a Tory party opinion poll, big bone in its teeth, not a motoring come anywhere. We are tacking as necessary to avoid denting the IOW or the Shingles. As we do so, the bekilted one, beset by screaming red-headed Flora MacDonald look-alikes of various sizes, shapes and ages, swerves across our bows as if a wasp has just stung his naked buttocks. He can be heard shouting in a Glaswegian manner "I'll have you, you poncy sassenach fatherless shites. Get oot of my road in yer poofy wee boatie. An doan look all superior jes cos youse sailing an' I'm noat. An' look at that effing stubble and oakley sunshades, call yerself a man? I've seen tougher Lorne sausage. Aye, an' eaten it too."
At this point the elder Flora Macdonald shouts across an apology. "Niver you heed Mad Jock, sur, he's a harmless old soul, it's jes that he's got one of his nuts stuck in the bilge. And a wasp has stung his ..." At this point she choked on a smell that was emanating from the bowels of the vessel and we heard no more.
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