Sabtu, 11 Desember 2010

93 Men in a Boat (7) : The Front Seaters


Do you remember the good old days when you could never get a sun bed because the Germans had covered them all with towels?

Well, this practice is alive and well - only these days it's not Germans or sun beds we need to worry about!

There's always one, and of course this trip was no exception. So in my final piece on stereotypical tourists, I shall concentrate on the Front Seater.

In the interests of fairness, we always disembarked by deck number and these were rotated so everybody got a fair shake. But this system does not, of course, apply to the front seater. No matter who was called first, he was always at the front of the queue.

Whenever there was a show ashore, he was always there in the middle of the front row, standing up in front of your camera whenever you tried to take a photo so he could get his first.

Every meal time, there he was with his face pressed to the door waiting for dinner to be called so he could be the first in the dining room and get his favourite table.

Even when we flew home, there he was first on the plane and, of course, first off the other end.

But his finest hour came whenever there was a presentation in the ship's lounge. Then he would send his wife down half an hour before the talk to save him his centre front row seat.

And she was bloody daft enough to do it - what a mug!...

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