One thing led to another and we untied the ropes sat at the other side of the river with a couple of beers.
I am a rower. I annoy the crap out of out non-rowers by telling them about rowing. This is a given for most rowers and I’m trying to get better. But here is a tale I have never told anyone.

Back in 2005 I raced in a single at York during the summer. I won all my heats and got through to the final in the novice event. During the race a large privately owned boat called “MORE MISCHIEF” ploughed down my lane ignoring all calls to stop by people on the bank and race officials. I swerved a bit, had to stop and lost the race (I was wining until then).

May 2006 in York with rowing buddy Simon. We got in a lock-in at the Judges lodgings back when I liked the manager (Pete (cock)). Stumbling around at 4 in the morning along the river bank, we saw MORE MISCHIEF moored up next to the museum gardens. One thing led to another and we untied the ropes (leaving one tied as I’m not that much of a wanker) sat at the other side of the river with a couple of beers. Watched and laughed.

Don't really regret it so probably am going to hell (or cooler religons versions of hell).
(bowi555 built like a steakhouse but handles like a bistro, Fri 12 Dec 2008, 16:47, 1 reply)

very weird....
my old boss had a yacht called "much more mischief". can't be him, though, as he keeps his in spain.

but i have a feeling his is called that because he previously owned "mischief" and then "more mischief".

small world! unless you can call lots of yachts the same thing, in which case this is pointless.
( rachelswipe with a fork, Fri 12 Dec 2008, 17:55, closed)