Why are some yotties such twots?

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Very comfortably moored up in a Ionian marina, spending time fitting new tarps to protect the aft deck of the Bertram during the winter. Spotless Beneteau 44 pulls in beside us flying royal yacht squadron blues. We try to be sociable but the twot and his associated twatess totally blank us. In fact turn their backs on us to avoid conversation. Then more chinless wonders wander over to engage in load aft deck one up man ship conversation.
Ok so our mobo has the charm of a 30 year old Landrover Defender but we have never been trashed like this before.
How sad that people like this carry their insecurities and prejudices around with them like a badge. I'm hoping that they're laying awake worrying about what we'll steal from them.
 
Your title should say"Why are some people such twots?". You after all are a motoryottie!

However we all meet that sort from time to time and great fun can be had making them uncomfortable..... And re-enforce their perception of us oiks. :)
 
Very comfortably moored up in a Ionian marina, spending time fitting new tarps to protect the aft deck of the Bertram during the winter. Spotless Beneteau 44 pulls in beside us flying royal yacht squadron blues. We try to be sociable but the twot and his associated twatess totally blank us. In fact turn their backs on us to avoid conversation. Then more chinless wonders wander over to engage in load aft deck one up man ship conversation.
Ok so our mobo has the charm of a 30 year old Landrover Defender but we have never been trashed like this before.
How sad that people like this carry their insecurities and prejudices around with them like a badge. I'm hoping that they're laying awake worrying about what we'll steal from them.

Maybe you should have fired up all your engines and drowned out any conversation.
 
Very comfortably moored up in a Ionian marina, spending time fitting new tarps to protect the aft deck of the Bertram during the winter. Spotless Beneteau 44 pulls in beside us flying royal yacht squadron blues. We try to be sociable but the twot and his associated twatess totally blank us. In fact turn their backs on us to avoid conversation. Then more chinless wonders wander over to engage in load aft deck one up man ship conversation.
Ok so our mobo has the charm of a 30 year old Landrover Defender but we have never been trashed like this before.
How sad that people like this carry their insecurities and prejudices around with them like a badge. I'm hoping that they're laying awake worrying about what we'll steal from them.
RYS would be white
 
Very comfortably moored up in a Ionian marina, spending time fitting new tarps to protect the aft deck of the Bertram during the winter. Spotless Beneteau 44 pulls in beside us flying royal yacht squadron blues. We try to be sociable but the twot and his associated twatess totally blank us. In fact turn their backs on us to avoid conversation. Then more chinless wonders wander over to engage in load aft deck one up man ship conversation.
Ok so our mobo has the charm of a 30 year old Landrover Defender but we have never been trashed like this before.
How sad that people like this carry their insecurities and prejudices around with them like a badge. I'm hoping that they're laying awake worrying about what we'll steal from them.

Probably thought you looked like a twot...
 
Very comfortably moored up in a Ionian marina, spending time fitting new tarps to protect the aft deck of the Bertram during the winter. Spotless Beneteau 44 pulls in beside us flying royal yacht squadron blues. We try to be sociable but the twot and his associated twatess totally blank us. In fact turn their backs on us to avoid conversation. Then more chinless wonders wander over to engage in load aft deck one up man ship conversation.
Ok so our mobo has the charm of a 30 year old Landrover Defender but we have never been trashed like this before.
How sad that people like this carry their insecurities and prejudices around with them like a badge. I'm hoping that they're laying awake worrying about what we'll steal from them.

You get them. At York, having probably one of the smallest boats in the marina, we were put in the cheap seats. However we always used to moor up on the river pontoons of a saturday night and drink beer out of the cans.
The fairline squadron members would turn up and proceed to decant various bits of furniture on the pontoons for champagne and strawberrys no doubt helped down by fish eggs.
Totally blanked by them to the point that one bloke got his tender out the garage upstream, launched it, tried to start the motor and it wouldn't go.

We watched him drift down river towards us, pulling manfully on the recoil rope with no success. We offered him a line to bring him to shore, which was declined after a glance at our lager cans and we watched him float away round the bend.

Dunno what happened to him, but to drift away rather than accept help because of ones prejudices......and theres me thinking I was a professional chap.

Would drinking champers instead of lager help my credibility and stop people fearing for their wallets in my presence?
 
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You just get them like this every now and then ,they are just not worth the bother and as a hottie I hold no prejudice until proven Im in contact with said twot no matter what boat there on .They loose out and I don't understand why some folk are like this but hey that's life -:)
 
Its is just good old fashioned prejudice, you are being judged by the boat you are on just like you would be for the car you drive, the house you own or the job you have.

You can't stop people being shallow, just rise above it. ;)
 
Ok story so far. We get up and do our usual bacon and eggs, go up on deck with a cup of tea and behold a vision of perfect breakfast bliss laid out in the cockpit of our neighbour. All that was missing was the butler. No conversation takes place between them as they munch their way through the goodies.
Parked on the hard behind us is James Wharram's "Spirit of Gaia" which has a load of youngsters working under James supervision to get the iconic catamaran sea worthy again with the intention to sail it to Portugal. James is 85 and shares our jaundiced and rather weary view of the world. So we get on well and have a laugh together.
Neighbours suddenly twig who James is and suddenly we are acknowledged.
Sad isn't it.
By the way James (father of the modern catamaran) holds the same view of the PanzerCats that we have and relished telling us stories of these floating apartment blocks breaking up when the get out into deep ocean.
 
I will always give a friendly greeting to anybody who berths next to me, most are happy to converse back, while some turn their backs on me. It's probably the broad Glasgow accent :D Pseudo snobs with the "my boat is bigger than yours" attitude, those types are best ignored.
 
So basically you're upset because he didn't engage you in conversation? If it was an undefaced Blue Ensign that it would have been either a Navy boat, or one of a very few yacht clubs - Royal Motor Yacht Club, one of the Cowes clubs, I think and a few others. RMYC have let me in a few times before now so they'll clearly talk to anybody. It could have been a senior Naval Officer, in which case I would talk to the RN immediately. Good social skills with all classes of folk are an important part of the officer's yearly appraisal so I'm sure they'd welcome your feedback.
 
Lets look on the bright side, I had a friend arriving by yacht, he in turn had friends on board, new to sailing. He wanted to moor on the outside of a mole, the wind was blowing offshore, so you drop the hook, reverse towards the mole and hope that one of your crew can scramble over the rocks ashore to tie a line on. Exept, he rang me, I thew a large bouy out, let the wind carry it out 30 metres, he grabbed it and had plenty of time to tie up, rig a short line to pull the dinghy ashore, job sorted. A dutch yacht arrived at the same time, so me being a Mr nice guy, threw him the buoy with line attached, gestured to him to winch the line in, again job sorted. He climbed ashore and shot off, I though, well thanks for saying thanks you miserable git! Next minute he returned with 6 500ml bottles of Amstel, smiled, handed them to me and grabbed my hand and shook it! I like the Dutch:)
 
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