You should check out The Granny Grinders Trophy that used to be in Syd’s boathouse in Mosman Bay. Mundle showed it to me in the early ‘80s Apparently highly sought after by Syd’s Ragamuffin crew.
Should have spoken up right from the beginning,... now there's precedence!So I put on my imagination cap and imagine that there is a third member of the human species other than man and woman. Kind of a Sasquatch person, bigger than most men and stronger. With a carnal appetite for men, a fondness for telling jokes about men's private parts and what they would like to do with them regardless of what those men wanted to hear or participate in. These sasquatches leer at men with desire in their eyes and urge men to wear clothing that exposes their butts. These creatures can easily overcome most men physically, and take pride in telling the other sasquatches how many men they have sodomized. After a few hundred thousand years of this treatment by the sasquatches, some men might speak up and say hey, you sasquatches are creepy assholes and we don't really want to play your games anymore, or even listen to your innuendo.
But that's just my imagination. Right? That doesn't really happen. Not to men anyway.
Thank fuck for mobile/cell phonesI once had it explained to me that a boats name had to pass the Yarmouth test, Yarmouth, being a harbor town on the Isle of Wight that on any summer day will be filled with tourists on the town quay eating fish and chips and ice cream and visiting yachts tied to the pilings just off the quay. You, having been rode ashore earlier for a beer at the pub have to hail your boat, at the pilings of the quay, where the crew are down below, relaxing with Sunday papers. With the throng around you, you cup your hands to your mouth and loudly call out your boats name…..
Buddy of mine named his boat Delirium and the tender was called Tremens.There was a couple in one of my previous liveaboard anchorages who had a 28-30' sloop named STEADY. I always thought that it was a bit cramped to live on full time. They would row by every morning in the small dinghy that was named PROBABLY WOBBLY.