WHY ME?
Posted: March 14th, 2011, 4:30 pm
On sunday I was up near Middlewich on the T&M in a WL. I drew smack opposite the last moored boat in a row; it was as narrow as crappity smack.
Here we go; the woman on the far bank boat wakes up; she was quite pleasant but for a grinding voice like Janet Street Porter. She could talk for England. I was quite polite but on itwent, yak, yak, crappity smack yak. Needless to say worse was to follow. Ten minutes before we start she starts this crappity smack boat up then decides to lump stuff on and off the boat. The crappity smack thing was swaying that much my float was ending up under me feet, I kid you not. In deperation I put another four sections on and tried to get to the far bank wall next to the boat. I was only in there 30 seconds and then it happened, no it didn't go under, this woman stood on the wall about six inches from my float, that was that out the crappity smack window.
On it went, yak, yak crappity smack yak, then there was a bit of, sort of, relief. Another boat camealong and wanted to moor nxt to the one opposite me. As it was dead narrow, he had to rev the crappity smack up to manoevre it into position. All you coul do was laugh. Next thing this woman asked me if I would clear the waste pipe out in the canal bank on the other side of the boat, - with my pole! She explained that if the waste pipe was cleaner the grass would grow cleaner on her side of the canal which would be benificial to her chickens. When the recently moored boat settled down I finally had a bit of peace as she started yakking to them; her crappity smack voice was now grating more than ever.
To be perfectly honest I would have been better off being pegged in the middle of Morrison's.
Other than the craic in the pub what a complete waste of a day.
Needless to say I caught crappity smack all.
I didn't as for my money back, it was just one of those things. Why me, why the crappity smack me
Thank crappity smack Stoke won
Here we go; the woman on the far bank boat wakes up; she was quite pleasant but for a grinding voice like Janet Street Porter. She could talk for England. I was quite polite but on itwent, yak, yak, crappity smack yak. Needless to say worse was to follow. Ten minutes before we start she starts this crappity smack boat up then decides to lump stuff on and off the boat. The crappity smack thing was swaying that much my float was ending up under me feet, I kid you not. In deperation I put another four sections on and tried to get to the far bank wall next to the boat. I was only in there 30 seconds and then it happened, no it didn't go under, this woman stood on the wall about six inches from my float, that was that out the crappity smack window.
On it went, yak, yak crappity smack yak, then there was a bit of, sort of, relief. Another boat camealong and wanted to moor nxt to the one opposite me. As it was dead narrow, he had to rev the crappity smack up to manoevre it into position. All you coul do was laugh. Next thing this woman asked me if I would clear the waste pipe out in the canal bank on the other side of the boat, - with my pole! She explained that if the waste pipe was cleaner the grass would grow cleaner on her side of the canal which would be benificial to her chickens. When the recently moored boat settled down I finally had a bit of peace as she started yakking to them; her crappity smack voice was now grating more than ever.
To be perfectly honest I would have been better off being pegged in the middle of Morrison's.
Other than the craic in the pub what a complete waste of a day.
Needless to say I caught crappity smack all.
I didn't as for my money back, it was just one of those things. Why me, why the crappity smack me
Thank crappity smack Stoke won
beltin!!!
or is this kegworth in general