' Don't write, Ralph. You'll bring shame on your family. ' -- Hunter S. Thompson -- - Ralph Steadman

Each boat is worth the price of a new university and they are watched by gin-soaked yachting types, male and female, in captain's hats lounging in deckchairs inside Perspex covered enclosures at the front of yet more expensive, floating country houses representing nothing more than elegantly vulgar expressions of dodgy wealth. The America's Cup.

By this time trapped inside the drug's reverie I could have sprayed out Michelangelo's Last Judgement on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. A yacht would be a beggar's handcart by comparison.

Beware of privilege. It stinks of rotten rotten fish heads, many of which were lapping the shore beneath the jetties.