Me, Cowes and Sailors don't mix
A last year I was dating a sailor, who being very good at sailing was being paid by the RYA. In exchange for this 'training' money, she had to sell her soul to the RYA which involved all sorts of publicity, especially at Cowes week.

Cowes week 2006 involved the launching of the 'Sail for Gold 2008' Beijing campaign, and with it a lovely opening ceremony involving some well know sailers, some bloke off the telly and a free bar.

Now, I don't sail, and am a fully qualified land dwelling mammal, and as such I was the only one there not wearing deick shoes, chinos and some sort of sailing jacket. I was infact wearing baggy jeans, Etnies trainers and a hoody. I stood out like a sore thumb. meh.

anyway, not knowing anyone there, and getting bored of being introduced to people who instantly ignore you, i went to the bar to get myself and the good lady a drink, to find the bar was indeed free, and even a scruffy urchin like me could have whatever I wanted (as long as it was white wine or bottle of bud). One tray later I'm carrying 6 buds and 1 glass of wine (for her) back to my table. one hour later, feeling rather bloated, the bar announces it's shutting, so i cram my pockets with bottle (8 in jean pockets, another 4 in hoody) and leave jangling ever so slightly.

We then got taken to dinner by some rep, who was peeved that he was paying to feed someone never likely to buy his products, I got hammered, argued with the lady and stormed off round Cowes while waiting for the ferry.

Good times!

And I still hate sailors!
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