Messing about on boats

Whoosh! Speeding out of Canary Wharf, I've just got enough time to fall over, get the hair out of my face and take a photo in the blinding sun and Thames spray...

It wasn't just Toad who loved messing about on boats. I think children and men love boats too. And then there's me...

I caught the boat into work the other day - just because I could. Purely decadent. 2.70 even with an Oyster card, but airline seats (the way they used to be) and smart hostesses. So I chose to hang out the back covered with a bit o rust and seagull poo!

The Thames Clipper goes like the clappers. It's like being in a speed boat. We raced police boats (I hummed the theme song to Water Rats as we did so).

I smiled at the memory of the historic Wapping pubs where Adrian and I got soo drunk that we drank all our money but thankfully had enough money for the boat back to mine.

I dreamt of the insides of warehouses that either were or are or will be cool converted apartments.

I went to work with messy hair and a bloody big smile on my face!

Pics of my ride here...