  This Weekend Thanks To- Big fat waves, surfing, sunshine, rainbows dancing in the waves, talent No thanks to- Big fat waves, rain, falling in, crap rudder fittings, huge southern prices Quote of the weekend- Bloomin' 'Eck OK, I know you're not all sailors, so I won't bore you to fuck with technical stuff.
Getting dragged out of bed at 5am (FIVE FUCKING AM!!! ) by an angry father is never a good start to the day. Off and out by 7, my dad angrier than ever, and onto the motorway. Why do so many people walk their dogs at such unsociable hours? Why are they not in bed? Anyhow, after enduring 6 traffic jams (howl! ) and getting stuck behind just about every slow driver in Kent and Sussex, we arrived at Bexhill-on-Sea (the name says it all). It's howling a gail, and the sea's rougher than a Barnsley lass. Oh dear. Throw the boat together (we're late), get out and sail. We survive (just) the huge 6 foot waves, I get soaked through and we finish 5th. Out of only 13. The evening livened up when we went to the club and joined int eh getting drunk. I wandered round the town (my god, there is a lot of talent on the streets of Bexhill- and some sail!
) for a while, and then we headed back to the tent. The 2nd day was windier, wetter nd it rained for a bit. We were doing ace- and then the rudder fell off! After that we capsized, and so we gave in on that race. The 2nd race of the day resulted in me nearly getting knocked out, and two capsizes which really knocked the energy out of me. But it was fun. We came 9th overall. The drive home, well, the less about that the better- 2 hours in a traffic jam... 
