Tuesday, 22 September 2009
Naked before God
Our sailing over, we are now at Nestor's base in Gouvia Marina. Mr Grigg has just come back from the showers and is part way through regaling us with one of his long and involved stories when he suddenly looks quite ill.
He tells us he was relieving himself, naked, enjoying the luxury of sitting on a real lavatory when there was a knock at the door. After finishing his business, he said:'Yes?'
A German accent asked: 'Did I leave my passport and wallet in there?'
Mr Grigg glanced around. 'No,' he said.
'Do you mind if I come in and have a look?'
So Mr Grigg opened the door. There was a pensioner standing there, stark b*ll*ck naked apart from a pair of spectacles. As Mr Grigg tells the tale, his brother puts on a fake aghast look and, trying to suppress the sniggers, says: 'You didn't fall for the old homosexual rape trick did you?'
Mr Grigg shakes his head but goes very pale. The moment passes but as we are eating our breakfast in the saloon, we hear a foreign man's voice calling from outside. Mr Grigg bristles and clenches his fists as he thinks of his lucky escape.
'Hello there, how are ya?' Thankfully it is an American accent and not German.
Mr Grigg goes up to the cockpit.
'Yes?' he says. Aggression, at this point, is his middle name.
'It's a great day today, isn't it?' says the cheery American, who is accompanied by a male friend carrying a briefcase.
'Yes,' agrees Mr Grigg impatiently. 'But what do you want?'
'I have some information for you.'
'Like what?' Mr Grigg says.
'I've come to tell you about God and the Bible.'
Speechless, Mr Grigg is helped out by his brother who says: 'Not today thank you. But there's a chap up in the showers who might be interested.'
That's about it from the Ionian. Until next year.
Love Maddie x