Saturday 16 Aug:
Dear Diary
Woke up with a monster hangover. Must go to RCYC AGM next year and put in a motion to ban jagerbombs. We ended the training at Mavericks ( i like the size of the entertainment budget on this campaign!), and i must admit that if Bongo can sort out the topping lift as quickly as he can pop a buffalo under a bra strap then I will have an easy week indeed.
Looks like the boat has not been properly sailed in a while (maybe even since a regatta last August) and the 'to-do list' is longer than golden's boy. Think the guys have been slumming it on big boats impressing chicks. Of course everything going wrong is totally my fault. No one would claim responsibility for packing the bag, but I must learn how to tie a bowline blind again when four people are screaming at you in three different languages.
The Dude is our skipper/owner and has the dead easy job of main. The problem is he always has a hand free to point whilst he shouts and it appears that this is not a dry boat. I think his wife gives him grief ashore and he just loves getting his own back and bossing us around. When we're not screwing up or looking at most of the fleet ahead of us, he's a very cool bloke. I'd hate to know how much of his company's cash he's sunk into this campaign. Forgot that even little boats cost $$$$'s.
We hacked in the first race, lost about five places with a Kate Moss hourglass, but it looks like Sparky knows how to steer a boat when he puts his mind to it. Things got better, but the wind was pretty light and shifty. Not ideal hangover recovery stuff, not turning down the bacon and eggs breakfast next time.
The talk on the dockside is all about these new genoas (they all look crap to me anyway). Grizzly the skipper from Daddy's Impatience is super bleak about them indeed. Will they really make a difference only time will tell, but some of these okes are taking it uber serious.
Looks like the boys from Redlight (otherwise just known as 'the district') are sailing six up. Don't know how they make the weight limit with Jerry Collins on the team. They think they smoking hot just because they get crew in from faraway places like london and simonstown ( but they will probably kick our asses).
Just when i thought we could have a nice quiet evening we end up at Mavericks again, it appears they have even kept a table for us now.
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