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A Community Devoted to the Preservation and Practice of Celestial Navigation and Other Methods of Traditional Wayfinding
From: Peter Fogg
Date: 2006 Jan 21, 11:02 +1100
It is fairly well known – as it gets lots of
publicity – that there is a yacht race that begins in
So one sailing boat, a few days out from Pittwater,
was making its way to the north, just ghosting along in light air, all alone on
the shimmering wide blue sea except for a fishing boat in its path. As the
yacht drew closer to this squat workhorse a couple of deck hands could be seen
leaning against the rail, watching the racing yacht approach. Even going slowly
such boats built for speed are impressive machines; low slung with a flush deck
dominated by huge winches, and numerous crew.
“Leave the talking to me” said one of the
yacht’s crew, an Englishman, and called out in an exaggerated
English accent to the fishermen:
“I SAY, OH I SAY, CAN YOU HEARR ME?”
They heard.
“CAN YOU TELL ME PLEASE, I SAY, DO YOU KNOW BY
ANY CHANCE; THAT IS, THE THING IS, YOU SEE …
IS
Apparently their jaws dropped, but no word was heard.
As the two boats drew apart the Englishman was left forlornly imploring:
“OH I SAY: CAN’T YOU TELL ME PUH-LEASE !”