If you are fortunate like us to be using a boat with a 4.3 l engine, that is more suited to the sea and belting along at over 20 knots, you can understand why
this machine is a thirty beast, even thirstier than Phil when on a boozing session .There are now only a handful of places on the Thames that now sell petrol and such outlets have invented a method to make money. This process is based on supply and demand and having a monopoly they can legally rob you by charging exorbitant prices for petrol.
Red Line Marine is such a place found on the banks of the Thames at Abingdon charging the hard up boater about an extra 30 % for the privilege of gassing up. The guy who runs the place Sid, known locally as Hissing Sid is a miserable, anti- social guy who has had two recent bouts of surgery. A charisma by-pass operation and an arse-hole transplant, both of which have been successful.
The Captain had previously phoned up the guy to find out what time the place opened in the morning and was told 9 o’clock. When he eventually arrived forty minutes late the Captain asked him why he was late, he just replied “Am I” and when asked how much fuel he stocked in his tank? He answered “Enough”
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