by Keith Evans
Lying awake in the early hours recently I was thinking about the Waterfront. Goodness knows why but suddenly I had a eureka experience. Now calm down ladies I didn't leap out of bed in the nuddy. Running around the pool shoving boats off the lee shore is a real pain. So why not fit the bar and the boats with repelling magnets - problem solved! Alternatively we could wire up the consols to give the perpetrators an electric shock. That'll learn 'em!
I'd had a quiet period on Waterfront recently when an engaged couple came down. See was gorgeous; dark hair, blue eyes, enough to put a hermit's hormones into hyperactivity. He was podgey with a face like a beetroot. I asked whether they were used to handling boats. 'I am. She's not.' he snorted. 'I'm not very good' she said flickering her long eyelashes at me. Now control yourself Keith, you're acting like a recycled teenager. I set them off. She did a faultless round. He collided with everything in sight. Finally going on the lee shore. 'Come on' he growled before his time was up. 'I'm going up the tower.' She followed obediently giving one a dazzling smile. I would push him off if I were you, I thought. You're not going to marry him are you? Love is blind.
