Wednesday, 29 October 2008

Criminal. Whot, me?

I've always had a healthy disregard for rules, regulations, laws and those who believe that they should be obeyed without thought, consideration or analysis. Well I've just found this stuck to the side of the boat. It's official. I'm a criminal, an undesirable element and a continuous moorer. I've got to confess I've been here longer than I should and I'll throw my arms in the air and admit that I've been a very naughty boy.

I may have to move onto the river tomorrow. Or maybe not.

3 comments:

Keith and Jo said...

Whose a naughty boy then?
Well there is little to be said, when you get slapped with a patrol notice.
However, I am sure that there are people out there who are bigger and longer offenders and never ever get a notice, so in that respect I think they are being a little unfair.
But your still a naughty boy hahahaha

Pete said...

Steve (Mooring Warden) was very pleasant though. It does seem strange that some visitor moorings are designated Winter Moorings and others are totally empty.

Keith and Jo said...

Hi pete. It also seems strange that for some who moor just off of the designated moorings, they can stay as long as they like and do not get approached by wardens. If the face fit I guess.