

After a few minutes of this the other drivers behind me in the queue (single file with a raised kerb) were getting quite annoyed, and their honking was not improving my stress levels. So I had to push the car up the ramp and onto the boat. Halfway up I ran out of momentum and would have rolled back had it not been for a couple of the crew stepping in to give me a hand.
Once in the cool of the hull it revved fine, so I can only think that the tiny demand for fuel when idling led to fuel vaporisation under the bonnet, which then cleared. Absolutely knackered and dripping with sweat I headed to the bar to get a pint of Coke, which I put in the seat next to me out on the deck, as I sank down with relief and exhaustion.
Unfortunately the seats consisted of a continuous strip of fabric supported between each person. So as I sat down, the base of the neighbouring seat suddenly tensioned, sending my drink up into the air and all over the floor before I'd even had a swig
