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Diggers, eh?  Don'tcha just love 'em!


 The  following question and answer was collected from last year's Geography GCSE exam  results in Swindon, Wiltshire.
Q:  Explain one of the processes by which water can be made safe to drink.
 A:  Flirtation makes water safe to drink because it removes large pollutant like  grit, sand, dead sheep and  canoeists.
 
 

An expedition kayaker gets lost in a chain of deserted islands. Paddling well after sunset he finally camps on a sandy beach. He wakes up and notices the sand is dark red. The sky is dark red. He walks around and sees that there is dark red grass, dark red birds and dark red fruit on the dark red trees. He's shocked when he finds that his skin is starting to turn dark red too.

"Oh no!" he says, "I've been marooned!"

 

Q. How do you get a professional kayaker off your doorstep?

Q. Pay him for the pizza.

 
A lovesick kayaker wrote to a dating service explaining that he had specific criteria for a potential mate and would not accept anyone that doesn't meet his standards. He went on to explain the young lady must be cute, short, enjoys cold water and paddling.

He received a reply the following week. It contained a picture of a penguin.

Does a roaring trade apparently. Thanks to Heather for this one.

 

Top Excuses for Having a Swim 2005-6. (Notice that they're all from blokes ...)

1).I was teaching Laura to headbang (Julian).
2).I lost my sense of direction and walked into the canal (Peter).
3) It was dark and I walked into the canal.   (Graham)
4) I stepped into the canal instead of my boat (Graham).
5) Mick got out of the canadian before I did ... (Keef).
6). I tried to seal launch a discovery - one end stuck in the mud, one end stuck on the bank and me stuck in the middle. (Chris).
7) We were playing football outside the club, and I stepped backward ... (Roger - or was it Iain?)
8) I will learn to do that d@mn draw stroke with wings! (Ian Mc)
9) I went through a growth spurt overnight and I forgot to adjust my seat (Matthew Mc)

 
A Polynesian Legend: How the Reef Was Formed.
A man named Letao on Majuro is famous in the Marshall Islands for his strength, and also for the tricks and practical jokes that he played on others.
At one time Letao admired the canoe of a king and made a plan to trade for it. He decided to build an attractive, but useless, canoe and fool the king into thinking that the canoe of Letao was superior to that of the king.
A beautiful wood that is strong and shines (called "kone" wood) is unique because it will not float. Letao built his attractive canoe from this wood and shined and decorated it. Then he went to visit the king of Laura and offered to exchange canoes. The king said that he would come to look at the canoe on the following morning.
When the sun set, Letao pulled his canoe to the shoreline. At low tide he piled a number of large stones at a place offshore, and dragged his canoe on the top of them. Thus, in the morning, when the king arrived, the canoe of Letao appeared to be floating on the surface of the lagoon.
The king was so impressed with the appearance of Letao's canoe that he gave up his proven craft in exchange for a canoe he had never sailed. Letao hurried away, leaving the king ashore admiring his new boat. He sailed quickly towards the pass leading to the open sea.
The king waded out into the lagoon and boarded his new craft, but when he tried to paddle away, his canoe would not move. He paddled harder, and suddenly his craft was pushed from the rocks, sank, and rested on the bottom of the lagoon.
The king, wet and furious, yelled for his subjects to pursue and capture the tricky Letao. As canoes raced after Letao, he laughed and sang. As his pursuers closed in, Letao kicked up sand and coral from the bottom of the lagoon. This caused reefs that blocked their way to form. Still laughing and singing, Letao was last seen sailing into the sea beyond Majuro.

If one visits Majuro today, most people can tell stories of the popular Letao. And the reefs and sandbars in the lagoon are evidence that the story of Letao and the kone wood canoe is true.

 

One for the Ladies ...

Three men wanted to cross a river. They had no idea how to cross it, so one man knelt down on his knees and prayed "Lord give me the power and strength the cross the river." suddenly the man became very strong and swam across the river. The next man thought: if it worked for him, it'll work for me. So he knelt down and prayed "Lord give the skills and the strength to cross the river." the man built a canoe and paddled himself across the river. The last man thought: if it worked for both of them, I know it'll work for me. So he also knelt down and prayed "Lord give me the wisdom and knowledge to cross the river." He turned into a woman and walked across the bridge.

 

Q.Why did the Roger cross the Atlantic?
A: To get to the other tide.

Australian Canoeist: Did you have a nice summer?
Scottish Canoeist: Yes indeed, we had a great paddle that afternoon.

Q. Why did the elephant rent a canoe?
A. Frankly, I don't know, but I wish someone would find out--he's sunk five of our boats in the last week alone.

Q. Why do open canoeists wear sandals?
A: So they can count past 10.

 

 
A playboater has a nasty ride down a very chunky rapid. After he bounces off the last rock, he rolls up and starts checking out the damage. His friend comes over and asks if he's all right.
"No, it hurts everywhere!"
"Everywhere?"
"Yeah, look. When I touch here (pointing to his nose) it hurts. When I touch here (pointing to his elbow) it hurts. When I touch here (pointing to his shoulder) it hurts. When I touch here..."
"I know what the problem is ... your finger's broken!"
How many playboaters does it take to change a light bulb?
9; 1 to change it and 8 to lie about the size of the hole.

How many slalom paddlers does it take to change a light bulb?
4; 1 to change it and 3 to go: Nice Turn. Nice Turn. Nice Turn.

Q:What's the difference between a digger and a catfish?
A: One has whiskers and smells bad, and the other one's a fish.

 

 
 

NEW YORK - If Michelle Kosinski's canoe had sprung a leak on NBC's "Today" show Friday, she didn't have much to worry about. In one of television's inadvertently funny moments, the NBC News correspondent was paddling in a canoe during a live report about flooding in Wayne, N.J. While she talked, two men walked between her and the camera _ making it apparent that the water where she was floating was barely ankle-deep.   And here's the video clip (ignore the George Bush bit at the start)...  http://www.paddlermagazine.com/news/?ACT=READ&number=166

 

Why didn't the kayaker cross the road?
He couldn't find the proper ferry angle
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An anthropologist was assigned to Borneo, where he found a guide with a canoe to take him up the river to the remote site he where he would make his collections. At noon on the second day of travel up the river they began to hear drums. "What are those drums?" asked the anthropologist, knowing he was in cannibal country.

The guide turned to him and said, "No worry. Drums OK, but very bad when they stop." They both went ghostly pale when the drums suddenly stopped. The guide crouched in the belly of the canoe and covered his ears.

"Do as I do! Very important!" intoned the guide with great urgency.

"Why? What does this mean?" asked the panicked anthropologist.

"Drums stop! Next come guitar solo!"

"Hello? Floods Hotline?"  

 

The Humourist's Guide to White Water Gradings.
Grade I: If you swim, you just get back in your boat ... and your friends all laugh at you.
Grade II: If you swim, you grab your boat and paddle, swim to shore
 ... and your friends all laugh at you.

Grade III: If you swim, you get bruised a little, your friends gather up your boat and paddle
... and they all laugh at you.

Grade IV: If you swim, you get the cr*p beaten out of you; it takes your friends awhile to find
 your boat and paddle... and then they all laugh at you.

Grade V: If you swim, your paddle is never seen again, one of your friends gets to keep your
boat, another keeps your significant other, they split your life insurance, and at the memorial service
 ... they all laugh at you.

 

 

 

 

 Left It could be a Star Wars theme party, or a "Dr Who monsters unmasked" event. Whatever it is, Ray seems to be enjoying himself. Hard work, these business trips ...

 

 

Left:  Stability problems sorted. Graham's won this boat on www.ebay.co.greenland and is nipping across to collect it next week.
One that Neville and Bill might appreciate.
A friend of mine once built a canoe.  He spent a long time on it and it was a work of art.
Almost the final phase was to fill both ends with polyurethane expanding foam.
He duly ordered the bits from Mr Glasplies (an excellent purveyor of all things
fibreglass) and it arrived in two packs covered with  appropriately dire warnings
about expansion ratios and some very good notes on how to use it. Unfortunately he 
had a degree, worse still two of them. One was in Chemistry, so the instructions got thrown 
away and the other in something mathematical because in a few minutes he was merrily 
calculating the volume of his craft to many decimal places and the guidelines got binned
as well.
He propped the canoe up on one end, got a huge tin, carefully measured the calculated
amounts of glop, mixed them and quickly poured the mixture in the end of the canoe 
(The two pack expands very rapidly).  
I arrived as he was completing this and I looked in to see the end chamber over half full 
of something Cawdor's Witches would have been proud of.  Two thing occurred to me, one was 
the label which said in big letters: "Caution - expansion ratio 50:1" (or something similar) 
and the other that the now empty tins said "approximately enough for 20 small craft"
Any comment was drowned out by a sea of yellow brown foam suddenly pouring out of the middle
of the canoe and the end of  the canoe bursting open.  My friend screamed and leapt at his 
pride and joy which was knocked to the ground as he started trying to bail handfuls of this 
stuff out with his hands.
Knocking the craft over allowed the still liquid and not yet fully expanded foam to flow to 
the other end of the canoe where it expanded and shattered that end as well. A few seconds 
later and we had a canoe with two exploded ends, a mountain of solid foam about 4ft high 
growing out of the middle, and a chemist firmly embedded up to his armpits in it.
At this stage he discovered the reaction was exothermic and his hands and arms were getting 
very hot indeed.  
Running about in small circles in a confined space while glued to the remains of a fairly 
large canoe proved ineffective so he resorted to screaming a bit instead. Fortunately a 
Kukri was to hand so I attacked the foam around his hands with some enthusiasm.  The process 
was hindered by the noise he was making and the fact he was  trying to escape while still 
attached to the canoe.
Eventually I managed to hack out a lump of foam still including most of his arms and hands.  
Unfortunately my tears of laughter were not helping as they accelerated the foam setting. 
Seeking medical help was obviously out of the question, the embarrassment of having to explain
his occupation  (Chief Research Chemist at a major petrochemical organisation) would simply 
never have been lived down. Several hours and much acrimony later we had removed sufficient 
foam (and much hair) to allow him to move again. However he still looked something like a 
failed audition for Quasimodo with red burns on his arms and  expanded blobs of foam sticking 
everywhere. My comment that the scalding simply made the hairs that the foam was sticking to 
come out more easily was not met with the enthusiasm I felt it deserved.
I forgot to add that in retrospect rather unwisely he had set out to do this deed in the 
hallway of his house(the only place he later explained with sufficient headroom for the 
canoe - achieved by poking it up the stairwell. Having extricated him we now were faced with 
the problem of a canoe construction kit embedded in a still 
gurgling block of  foam which was now irrevocably bonded to the hall and stairs carpet as 
well as several banister rails and quite a lot of wallpaper.
At this point his wife and her mother came back from shopping......
 
Oh yes - and he had been wearing the pullover Mum in law had knitted him for his birthday 
the week before.
 
Cartoon Image

 

Just Clueless, Basically…

 Shakespeare often included a fool for light relief. Dom filled the role well in two races over a November weekend. Approaching the end of the second lap portage of Cardington Lock in the Great Ouse Race, and eager to get to the head of the group, he flung his Europa into the water … just a shame he didn’t hang on to the grab handle. As the boat skittered across the river and was caught in the current, there was only one option. It wasn’t the most graceful of dives, but the boat was retrieved, and (much to the amusement of a passing Mr Jones) a deep water entry executed.

Scroll forward one day, and move to the portage of Luddington Lock on the Avon Descent. Overtaking Hilary and Julie at a run, Dom slipped backward on the muddy slope and put his hands down to break his fall, thus letting go of his boat and paddles which continued on their merry way toward the long drop into the lock. He managed to grab the boat, but could only watch in horror as the paddles fell, oh so, slowly, over the precipice. Thus it was that Dom was to be seen, clinging onto a bollard, and lowering his feet into the water, trying to retrieve the paddle. Idiot of the month, without question.
Q. What's the difference between Graham in a boat and Dom in a restaurant? 

A. Graham in a boat is liable to tip.

Three old paddlers are drifting gently downriver on a quiet Sunday morning when a funeral procession drives by. One of the old men takes off his hat & puts it over his heart. The procession disappears into the distance; the old man puts his hat back on, picks up his paddle and continues on his way. One of the other old guys says, "Hey, Fred, that was thoughtful of you". Fred replies "Well, it was the least I could do after 49 years of marriage."


Specially for Mick & Keef ...

Ten reasons for buying a heavy canoe.

10 - You're spouse never has to worry about you kayaking alone because you'll need a friend to get the kayak to the water 

9 - In reference to number 10, you'll find out fast who your real friends are 

8 - Gravity is on your side when heading down river

7 - Icebergs will part from your path at the first site of your TC2 

6 - You can create interesting washes on the canal 

5 - Narrowboats get out of your way 

4 - Gun turrets on deck are allowed

3 - Cool retracting portage wheels 

2 - No-one's going to nick it - not on their own, anyway 

1 - Finally an excuse to get aREALLY big car

From the introduction to "A Kayak Full of Ghosts",  Eskimo Tales", gathered and retold by Lawrence Milman ISBN 0-88496-267-9

Even today, the Eskimo displays very little gustatory qualm. Near Fort Chimo, Quebec, I was offered a snack of, I thought, crowberries. One taste told me the truth. They weren't crowberries, but caribou droppings cooked in seal fat. I declined any more. The man who offered them to me shrugged and continued to pop them into his mouth like salted peanuts. 

  
If you ever feel like taking up canoe camping, some useful advice.

1. When using a public campground, a tuba placed on your picnic table will keep the campsites on either side vacant.

2. Lint from your navel makes a handy fire starter. Warning: Remove lint from navel before applying the match.

3. You'll never be lost if you remember that moss always grows on the north side of your compass.

4. When paddling, always wear a long-sleeved shirt. It gives you something to wipe your nose on.

5. In an emergency, the drawstring from a club hoody can be used to strangle a snoring tent mate.

A Useful Little Guide if You're Planning to Shoot Weirs ...
(Borrowed from Calgary Paddlers, Canada © 2002 by David Petterson )

International System for Rating Rapids

Grade I, Easy. 
Fast moving water with riffles and small waves. Swimming is pleasant, shore easily reached. A nice break from paddling. Almost all gear and equipment is recovered. Boat is just slightly scratched.

Grade II, Novice. 
Straightforward rapids with wide, clear channels which are evident without scouting. Swimming to eddies requires moderate effort. Climbing out of river may involve slippery rocks and shrub-induced lacerations. Paddle travels great distance downstream requiring lengthy walk. Something unimportant is missing. Boat hits submerged rock leaving visible dent on frame or new gash in plastic.

Grade III,Intermediate. 
Rapids with moderate, irregular waves which
may be difficult to avoid. Water is swallowed. Legs are ground repeatedly against sharp, pointy rocks. Several eddies are missed while swimming. Difficult decision to stay with boat results in moment of terror when swimmer realizes they are downstream of boat. Paddle is recirculated in small hole way upstream. All personal possessions are removed from boat and floated in different directions. Paddling partners run along river bank shouting helpful instructions. Boat is munched against large boulder hard enough to leave series of deep gouges. Sunglasses fall off.

Grade IV, Advanced. 
Water is generally lots colder than Class III. Intense, powerful but predictable rapids requiring precise swimming in turbulent water. Swimming may require `must' moves above dangerous hazards. Must moves are downgraded to `strongly recommended' after they are missed. Sensation of disbelief experienced while about to swim large drops. Frantic swimming towards shore is alternated with frantic swimming away from shore to avoid strainers. Rocks are clung to with death grip. Paddle is completely forgotten. One shoe is removed. Hydraulic pressure permanently removes waterproof box with all the really important stuff. Paddle partners running along stream look genuinely concerned while lofting throw ropes 20 feet behind swimmer. Paddle partners stare slack-jawed and point in amazement at boat which is finally pinned by major feature. Climbing up river bank involves inverted tree. One of those spring loaded pins that attaches watch to wristband is missing. Contact lenses are moved to rear of eyeballs.

Grade V, Expert. 
The water in this rapid is usually under 42 degrees F. Most gear is destroyed on rocks within minutes if not seconds. If the boat survives, it is need of about three days of repair. There is no swimming, only frantic movements to keep from becoming one with the rocks and to get a breath from time to time. Terror and panic set in as you realize your paddle partners don't have a chance in heck of reaching you. That hole that looked like nothing when scouted, has a hydraulic that holds you under the water until your lungs are close to bursting. You come out only to realize you still have 75% of the rapid left to swim. Swim to the eddy? What #%^&*#* eddy!? This rapid usually lasts a mile or more. Hydraulic pressure within the first few seconds removes everything that can come off your body. This includes gloves, shoes, neoprene socks, sunglasses, hats, and clothing. The rocks take care of your fingers, toes, and ears. That £900.00 dry suit, well it might hold up to the rocks. Your paddle is smashed. If there is a stopper, well, just hope it is old and rotten so it breaks. Paddle partners on shore are frantically trying to run and keep up with you. Their horror is reflected in their faces as they stare at how you are being tossed around! They are hoping to remember how to do CPR. They also really hope the cooler with the beer is still intact. They are going to need a cold one by the time you get out! Climbing out of this happens after the rapid is over. You will probably need the help of a backboard, cervical collar and Z-rig. Even though you have broken bones, lacerations, puncture wounds, missing digits & ears, and a concussion, you won't feel much pain because you will have severe hypothermia. Enjoy your stay in the hospital: with the time you take recovering, you won't get another vacation for 3 years.

Two canoeists were paddling down the river, when they hit a concrete wall.
One looked at the other and said, dam!
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Knock, Knock
Who's there?
Canoe.
Canoe, who?
Canoe come over and play?  
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Chris was walking through the countryside one day when he came to a deep, wide river with a very powerful current. As he looked around wandering how to cross he saw Ray on the other bank. He shouted over "Ray, how do I get to the other side". Ray looked up and down the river and shouted back "But Chris, you are on the other side!"
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Boat attendant: Come in kayak number 9, your time is up.  
I repeat: come in kayak number 9, your time is up. 
Kayak number 9 your time is up. Please come in! 
For the last time, kayak number 9 will you ... ah ... kayak number 6, do you need assistance?
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A blonde was driving down the road when she looked to her left and saw another blonde paddling her canoe in a field of crops.
She pulled over, got out and shoute to the blonde in the canoe, "It's blondes like you that give blondes like me a bad name! You're lucky I can't swim, else I'd come over there and sort you out!
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A Frenchman, an American and a Banbury paddler were captured by a fierce tribe in the rain forests of Brazil. Not long after their capture, the chief walked up to them and said, “The bad news is that now that we've caught you we're going to kill you and use your skins to build a canoe. The good news is that you get to choose how you die”.

The Frenchman said, “I take ze poison”. The chief gave him some poison. The Frenchman said “Vive la France!” and drank the poison down and died.

The American said, “A pistol for me, Bub.” The chief gave him a pistol. The American pointed it at his head, said “God save the President!” and blew his brains out.

The Banbury paddler said, “A knife, please”. The chief was puzzled, but he shrugged and gave him a fork. The Banbury paddler took the fork and started jabbing himself all over: the stomach, the sides, the chest, everywhere. There was blood gushing out all over the ground and all over everyone. It was horrible.

The chief was appalled, and screamed, “What are you doing???”

The Banbury paddler looked at the chief and said, “So much for your canoe!”
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Two inuits sitting in a kayak were getting cold so they decided to light a fire in their boat. It promptly sank, proving once again that you can’t have your kayak and heat it too.
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© FanoFunny 2000 - Boris Erenburg

 

 

 

 

 

The Philosophy of Paddling?

    The American businessman was at the pier of a small South Pacific Island village when an island fisherman docked his small outrigger canoe. The fisherman had a dorado and several large grouper in the canoe. The American complimented the Islander on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took to catch them. The Islander replied, "Only a little while." The American then asked why didn't he stay out longer and catch more fish? The Islander said he had enough to support his family's immediate needs. The American then asked, "But what do you do with the rest of your time?" The fisherman said, "I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take a late afternoon nap with my wife, Helia, stroll into the village each evening where I sip rum and play guitar with my friends, I have a full and busy life."

    The American scoffed, "I am a Harvard MBA and could help you. You should spend more time fishing and with the proceeds, buy a bigger boat with the proceeds from the bigger boat you could buy several boats, eventually you would have a fleet of fishing boats. Instead of selling your catch to a middleman you would sell directly to the processor, eventually opening your own cannery. You would control the product, processing and distribution.You would need to leave this small fishing village and move to Australia, then LA and eventually NYC where you will run your expanding enterprise."

    The South Seas fisherman asked, "But, how long will this all take?" To which the American replied, "15-20 years."
    "But what then?"
    The American laughed and said, "That's the best part.When the time is right you would announce an IPO and sell your company stock to the public and become very rich, you would make millions."
    "Millions, really? Then what?"

    The American said, "Then you would retire. Move to a small fishing village where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take a late afternoon nap with your wife, stroll to the village in the evenings here you could sip rum and play your guitar with your friends."

 

© FanoFunny 2000 - Jozef Bendziecha

 

 

 

 

You May Be a Paddler If …

-you can't drive over a bridge without looking for water under it

-you love it when it rains during the week

-you wash hang whilst driving on the M40

-you lean to the right whilst turning left on your bicycle

-you attempt a slap support whilst skateboarding

-you tie down the boat better than you seatbelt in the kids.

-your friends or relatives are shocked when you answer the phone at home on a
weekend.

-your idea of a complete first aid kit is a roll of duct tape

-your boat is worth more than your car

 -you measure major purchases relative to the cost of a new boat...('Hmmm, that new computer will cost me about 2 ¼ kayak units')

-when your non boating friends visit your home or your car they ask "Do you have dogs?"

-you leave your glasses strap on at night

-you visit Niagara Falls and think "That'd need an overstern."

-the dog you bought after your friends last visited loves to roll in your pile of paddling clothes.

-you no longer find a shirt and tie uncomfortable as both are more tolerable than dry cag neck seals

-you are fascinated by the recirculation of water in the sink when you turn the tap on full blast

-you pay attention to adverts mentioning wings

-you find yourself kicking the clutch pedal when driving instead of using the steering wheel

-you approach a car parking space at a 45 degree angle, crash into the kerb, leap out and attempt to sling the car over your shoulder.

 

The Top Ten Ways The Sport Would Be Different If Microsoft Built Kayaks:

10. A particular model year of kayak wouldn't be available until AFTER that year, instead of before.

9. Every time you wanted to try a new paddle, you would have to buy a new kayak.

8. Occasionally your kayak would stop dead in the water for no apparent cause. No amount of paddling would budge it. You would have to tow it back to the launch site and restart your kayak. For some strange reason, you would simply just accept this.

7. Two people could not both paddle your kayak unless you paid extra for a '95 kayak or NT kayak in which case you would also have to buy an extra seat and expensive new charts.

6. A sophisticated marketing blitz would make you feel like a second-rate tasteless slacker for failing to upgrade your kayak. OOPS -- wait a minute -- that's ALREADY happening.

5. Sun Microsystem would make a kayak with 70% less hull drag, half the weight, watertight in all conditions and twice as stable. Unfortunately, it could be used on only 5% of the existing rivers.

4.Your Microsoft kayak's compass, weather radio, and sump pump would be replaced with a single "General Kayak Fault" warning light.

3. The enthusiast press would get people excited about the "new" features of Microsoft kayaks, forgetting completely that they had been available in other brands for years.

2. Microsoft's inconsiderable owners manual would spawn a whole cottage industry of outsiders who would write hundreds of books explaining how to paddle your Microsoft kayak. Amazingly, we would buy all they printed.

1. If you wanted to go kayaking in a group with your club members or friends (known as Network Kayaking). EVERYONE in the group will have BUY special group kayaking accessories however, only one member of the group (known as the kaysysop) would have the foggiest notion of exactly what they did and no one else would be permitted operate them

Funny old things, names …



 Simon Fowler FILM SWOONER

Christopher Jones CHEER, OR JOHN SPITS  

Dom Murphy HYDRO MUMP
Captain Kirk A PINK CAR KIT
Robert Knight BRIGHTER KNOT
Darren Miles RAN RED SLIME

Carl Warland CARNAL DRAWL
Dave Chapman MADCAP HAVEN
Bill Weir I BREW ILL

Leighton Buzzard DAZZLER BOUGHT IN

Playboating PLAY AT BINGO or BAT LIP AGONY or YAP AT GOBLIN
And what to call a Racing Kayak when you fall out … 
A YACKING ARK


Top Excuses for Having a Swim (2004 edition)

1.      I was playing polo in a lightning. (Alice)

2.     My paddle hit a dead fish (Carl)

3.     My paddle got stuck in the mud (Dom)

4.     My hands slipped.

5.     I was drinking a cup of tea. (Neville)

6.     He pushed me. (Heather)

7.     I forgot I wasn’t using wings … (Captain Kirk)

8.     There was this big boat at Henley … (Graham)

9.     I hit a swan.

10.  A swan hit me.

11.  I put my hand on a nettle at second lock. (Carl)

12.  Chris’s dog licked my ear as I was getting in. (Dom)

13.  I was in a K2 with Graham.

14.  I was trying to wash hang. (Mark T)

15.  I did a slap support with the edge of the paddle (Dom)

16. We were chatting (Hilary & Julie)

17.  I didn’t see the barge coming. (Laura)

18.  I left my paddle on the bank. (Heather)

19.  Somebody moved the bank.

20.  I swallowed a fly.

21.  Graham told me the boat was stable (Melanie)