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.