this year's nautical experiences included an unholy row between an incompetent Spanish sailor being called, and I quote, "you are a fucking idiota" by a particularly hefty German as the two collided at the harbour entrance. Guess who was in the middle?
Decided to dance on a slippery table one night after way too much vino tinto and fell off into a group of very sporting Italians who had the good grace to see the funny side of it.
Disappointment in that "Le Crunch" has gone to ground, however, the above more than made up for it.
Anyway, good to be back and hope all is well with everyone? Cheers me dears.
