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Published: March 24th 2006
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Ahoy there, shipmates! Last week we were beating to windward on a port tack and doing 8 knots when the waves came crashing over the bow. “A reef in the mainsail - and fast!” cried the captain of the “Maniac” - a recovering alcoholic complete with 16’’ liver transplant scar and a diabetic disorder that caused him to fall asleep at inappropriate and crucial moments. Our brave sailors had...
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Marina - Shaz's pal from Schuh
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oh what a comfy seat you have
I remember the wrought iron chair incident however can't remember the pub in Edinburgh where we aquired it? I do remeber managing to get it into the taxi though and sitting on it on the way home, glad to hear youv'e still got it!! taxi man must thought we were mad!!!