So gonna kill a night practising the art of knots, now when you own a yacht everything becomes so friggin nautical, Ive already snuck down to the local lakeside yacht club shop , trailer sailors owners are as bad as parking bombers, looking at a standing block, too guys chatting bout there yachts, one said to me do you own a yacht, very well spoken typical over educated public serve to, yeah mate I do, other snickered how can a guy in a wheel chair have a yacht the gloves come off here I said ok billy bunt get outside I'll show you just what a guy in a wheel chair can do, shut the pair of the up instantly, I really wanted to smack the pair of them silly, another fella next to me said said 3xactly how would you have dealt with him, easy mate grab him by his belt buckle pull him in tight ten qwick blows to his kidneys and down he goes as he goes by box he bloody ears with cupped hands, the fella pissed himself laughing, he said what kinda boat do you own I said a keel boat dude a tophat 25, so it's not on the lake then, no mate if it was and I had to deal with these arm chair admirals I'd bloody hang meself from the spreaders.
So that was my day, but back to knots, I'm not ashamed to say I hate tying farking knots so bought a knot book today, here is my sheet bed, pretty sharp hey