Drunk at the helm
It was June and we were in Italy for a family holiday, as my son had just moved out there with his girlfriend. As a birthday surprise for me, my wife had paid £450 for a skippered day trip from a local sailing school.
After a two-hour drive we arrived a bit early and started the day with a social drink while taking in the scenery and waiting for our skipper to arrive.
The excitement was mounting as we spotted him walking along the jetty and after introductions he said he had to pop to the local shop for a few provisions. When he returned it was obvious that his ‘provisions’ consisted of a plastic bag full of beer! As we hadn’t quite finished our drinks he got out a can of
