The consensus of opinion after day one was filled with optimism. Be mindful that many of the exhibitors are made up from people who weld bits of metal and sand lumps of wood, the end result is a super product, a Super Yacht. Oh, and there was a good scattering of end users and a jolly nice scent wafting around them. The smell of money does not do it for me, I am more Old Spice !
You will see from the pictures the party went with a swing and the strolling ‘Blues Brothers’ gave it their all. Finding my way to a chilled hotel room was now on the cards as my self allocated three party hours had elapsed. This is where the story takes a sudden turn whilst waiting for a taxi. Around these parts it is not difficult bumping into people you know and on this occasion I met an old chum who insisted I join him for a night cap ! This involved a further three hours of my liver, sorry, life and all I can tell you is, shisha pipe, belly dancing and …………….Taxi !