Chairman David reports…

With high winds and rain forecast all the “normal” racers found pressing engagements elsewhere. Even the greats like Martin and Peter W went missing…but not the Foxy Farmer. Imitating a Clint Eastwood character he strode in the clubhouse and declared he was ready to take on anyone. Well, the truth was that “anyone” had failed to arrive so the wonderful volunteers offered to run some informal races as the Director of Racing, Admiral Sir Peter Ashwell, had returned home claiming fatigue. So there was FF, solo on the water with 100% probability of winning all and any race.

Then disaster…who turns up but the Essex Wild Boys, sun glasses and sun cream at the ready for their day out in Kent (it’s further south than Essex hence the cream)….all of a sudden Mark, Dan and James are out in the storm ready to take down Foxy…and at the last minute Captain Imogen and Tom also appear….ahhhh, could this turn out to be the races of the season…well, every picture tells a story. The bookies had Mark Rainbow as the clear favourite but the pontoon heavies doctored his boat, set an impossible handicap and…..out of the mist come our heroes…..Dan took one win, Foxy another and the third…well, that requires a few pints at the Bricks to find out the winner. A jubilant Foxy said simply “It was all down to that chick Helen who taught me everything I know about racing” and confirmed he was going to celebrate by going to watch 007 in the Bromley Empire. Meanwhile Dan simply said he did not want to further upset Mark by saying anything publicly about how well he had sailed and how he would be fitting wing mirrors to his boat next time to clearly see the rest of the fleet. Meanwhile Imogen simply smiled when asked about the result of race 3.

Three likely lads who came to brave the storm…