That man from the bounty

Now i'm not talking about one of those people who you meet and they tell you really cool stories, whilst stood at the bar. I'm talking about a man who you want to avoid. He constantly comes out with the most ridicules stories.

One of them was how he worked for Eric Clapton. We all didn't even bother taking this story in to consideration. Would you listen to a story like that coming from a man his 50/60's? Plus he lives on a boat(not a very good one) and everything else you heard come out of his mouth were obviously lies too. Dave(the landlord from the bounty) put it in the best possible view "He might of worked for A Eric Clapton, but he was probably a builder from Sunderland.

His excuse for working is, hes having a break from his album.. but who takes three years to make and "album".

Maybe i'm over thinking it, because i really don't like him. he always disturbes my quiet pint..or my pint with mates. If he come over and said hello.. insted of comming over and the first thing he says ither bores me, or is a lie!

My Boat

The time i had my boat, Piglet Vii.. I know really lame name but the people i brought it off of, i promised there kids i wouldn't change the name, plus the name made me feel like i was 3 years old again, always nice to feel that age. Not a worry in the world and the highlight of the week was going down the river with my nan to feed Mr duck.(I called all the ducks "Mr Duck").

Now i loved going on my boat, with people or quite often i would wait till the sun started to go down and take a slow drive towards the sun set. It was so peaceful, it seemed like know one else was around. I urge everyone to do this one in there life time, put it on your 100 things to do before you die list.. even if you have to make that list 101, trust me.

The Story: One day towards the end of the summer, i was at the bounty with a couple of mates and we decided to go for a little drive down to Cookham Islands have a few beers and go for a swim. So i said to the guys " I'll go down to the boat and then bring it up to you guys" When i got to my mooring my boat wasn't there, so i said to the one of the owners of the moorings, has your husband borrowed my boat, she said no i haven't seen it for a day or so. So i started going a little mental you know as you do. So i run back up to the bounty and said to my mates, in and aggressive tone " fucking chav's have either let my boat go or stolen it!"
It Turns out it had been stolen, so i alerted all the lock keepers not to let Piglet Vii Threw, if the came to the situation. I was fucked off there is no nice way of saying it.

(2 months had passed)

The Phone Call: I was sitting at home sorting out my boat insurance forms and what not. Then the phone rang, my mum picked it up. And said Kieran it's for you. So i went to the phone and the person on the other end said "hi it''s Dave from Windsor lock here i have your boat" I was so excited to have it back!

When i Got the boat a few tools were missing and the boat was a bit dirty but it was all in working order.. And i was so happy to have piggy back :).

But point being that.. it was chav's! and they got away with it like they always do. I Found out who was involved the day i found it. I waited around for police but they turned up a week later and said "Theres nothing we can do, theres no evidence" Also after i got my boat back, it kept getting fucked about, not to the extent of j.t's. but luckily i sold it because i had enough of them doing it. Letting the chav's win, i know.