Awaiting the No19

A visit to the yachtie club as all the irregular bar staff had to attend some training. Except the training never happened as no-one had replied in the affirmative to the ex-Commodore who was organising it and so he took the hump. So, we sat and had a couple of beers and discussed matters. I of course, was keen to know more about hazards in the harbour which might put a hole in a boat. Opinions were proffered, and conversation turned to a boat which had sunk just yesterday! I'd snapped it earlier this year. The yachties were of the opinion that it was asking to be sunk because of its hideous yellow colour. And its planking was done in. Conversation then turned back to catheters, methadone, the Oxgangs murder and the perils of delivering anything to parts of lawless West Lothian. Time for the bus!