i went sailing on a cruising yacht yesterday at the Melbourne Yacht Club.
i was helming for a while which was great fun.
the bit which wasn't much fun: there was a woman with us who hadn't been
out on a boat before. all was well until I heard her whispering with her head in hers hands...
"i'm going to be sick"
the guy got her to lean over the side. the wind was in full force and before I could say Birdseye fishfingers... her projectile coffee vomit covered me from head to toe.
the guys clean white boat looked like a murder scene.
the rest of the trip was taken up by me not being able to stop laughing/retching concentrating on the horizon.
i can still smell it now.
blah
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