Namely - if a fellow is to go on a boating weekend, it is not going to be in a 'Hoseasons' rubbish skip landing craft but in a genteel yacht.
Unfortunately I lack the resources to be able to swan about in a teak and mahogany number but I am able to at least scud about the south coast entirely under my own power and not be entirely reliant on Wight link and Red Funnel.
One of the manifest joys is the culinary delights.
Recent trip saw myself and others with particular tastes in the foodage line other than the requisite bacon sandwiches.
I rather enjoy utterly disgusting my crew with what I serve them - it is nutritious but inedible to all but the hungriest mariners.
Breakfast (served aloft and underway)
Pickled herrings and salted Greek yogurt
Chicken thighs roasted in lithium grease
Stewing lamb flash fried and served with duck tripes.
Oatcakes with uncoloured margarine
Chilean Cabernet Sauvignon (Bottled yesterday for freshness)
Naturally I guzzled the above with glad rapture.
Unfortunately my first mate took one look and declared it all to be 'Scandinavian Insanity Suppositories' and threw the lot over the side.
Flogging is too good for them.