My friend at school was jolly rich - or rather - his family were.
His nice but incredibly boring uncle had a boat, and one day took us for a spin in it.

It was just a little sort of fisherman's-type thing - there was room for the three of us in the cabin but that was pretty well it, but he had a hat and everything, and off we went.

We chugged backwards and turned around, and then he got on the radio.

In an incredibly deep, authoritative and posh voice, he said, "Padstow Harbour, Padstow Harbour ... this is Lucky Lady - Lucky Lady. Requesting leave of harbour, over."

A few seconds and crackles later, and a very Cornish voice replied "Is that yew, Tim? 'Ello! Yer - you go 'head my son - er's a lovely day, inner!".

He seemed a little miffed by that.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Wed 25 Sep 2013, 14:27, 4 replies)

I fucking hate it when people follow radio protocol. TWATS!

( Ring Of Fire A petty, drooling belming butthurt retard., Wed 25 Sep 2013, 14:51, closed)

From the informality of the reply, it was abundantly clear that it wasn't necessary to follow radio protocol
And that he was just doing it to try and impress us.

That, in my book, is quite twatty.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Wed 25 Sep 2013, 14:57, closed)

Chugging up the Camel estuary with my dad one day,
the coastguard starting honking at us, and waving a flag. My dad just ignored him. He came racing over in his boat, and angrily shouted,'What does this flag mean?' My dad's answer of,'Steer clear, plague on board' was not found amusing. Apparently, we were in the wrong channel.
( The Awful Puppy Bakery is still bored, Wed 25 Sep 2013, 16:06, closed)

Something similar happened to me with my chinese girlfriend.

( Ring Of Fire A petty, drooling belming butthurt retard., Wed 25 Sep 2013, 16:40, closed)