derekbland
Well-Known Member
And so, having travelled a long way to view a boat today that I had stuck my neck out and had a had surveyed and sea trialled. I was ready to do a deal if all went well. The owner, nice chap, took me out on it and all seemed good. I went through a long list of things that the surveyor had noticed and I would estimate 95% of which were not a problem at all if he had switched the right switch. Anyhoo, we negotiated and agreed a price and shook on it. Two minutes later, the owner said that the original sales doc showing VAT paid was missing and so after 4 months of hassle raising finance, many miles looking at boats, yet again my dreams were temporarily dashed. I am pragmatic and hence used the word "temporarily". The owner tried to contact the previous owner but couldn't get hold of him. A while later, after I had left, the owner said that the original owner had contacted him and said he was sure that he had the doc but wasn't back until 19th. Thus, there is some light at the end of the tunnel but I am not going to get too excited yet.
The most frustrating part is that I had lined up an instructor who was going to do my Day Skipper practical and move the boat over 5 days. Feeling a little miserable and numb, my day was about to liven up. As I walked towards the terminal an elderly, very tanned gent, wearing shorts and dressed as though to halt his aging, started staggering to his left (my right). At first I thought he had some kind of disability but I watched him as he hept going eventually falling about 2' in front of me. I immediately knelt down and started asking some relevant questions. He looked at me a little dazed. All my training was coming back to me and so was prepared to get to the bottom of it. Around 5 seconds later I dsicovered what was wrong with him. A woman came from my left and in a strong Scottich accent, said, "he's f....... drunk". She started, tugging agressively at his arm exclaiming, several times, "get up ye' f...... drunken B". After two attempts, she said, "ok just f-in lie there then ye drunken B". Please note that the expletives were not abbreviated. I wondered if I could be of any further assistance and decided not, and carried on. Seconds later I saw two police hoccifers and mentioned it to them and they said they would go and have a look.
If there is any moral to the story, it's that when life p...es's on your chips, there is always something around the corner to make you smile.
Thank you for staying awake, I hope.
The most frustrating part is that I had lined up an instructor who was going to do my Day Skipper practical and move the boat over 5 days. Feeling a little miserable and numb, my day was about to liven up. As I walked towards the terminal an elderly, very tanned gent, wearing shorts and dressed as though to halt his aging, started staggering to his left (my right). At first I thought he had some kind of disability but I watched him as he hept going eventually falling about 2' in front of me. I immediately knelt down and started asking some relevant questions. He looked at me a little dazed. All my training was coming back to me and so was prepared to get to the bottom of it. Around 5 seconds later I dsicovered what was wrong with him. A woman came from my left and in a strong Scottich accent, said, "he's f....... drunk". She started, tugging agressively at his arm exclaiming, several times, "get up ye' f...... drunken B". After two attempts, she said, "ok just f-in lie there then ye drunken B". Please note that the expletives were not abbreviated. I wondered if I could be of any further assistance and decided not, and carried on. Seconds later I saw two police hoccifers and mentioned it to them and they said they would go and have a look.
If there is any moral to the story, it's that when life p...es's on your chips, there is always something around the corner to make you smile.
Thank you for staying awake, I hope.
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