Yesterday:
Hazleford Lock, this is cruiser Sammy-joe, over.
Sammy-joe, this is Hazleford Lock, over.
Yes, Hazleford, I am one mile downstream of you wishing to pen up, over
Sammy-joe, this is Hazleford. The lock is against you, but I will turn it round. Watch out for the green light. Hazleford out
Sammy-joe: Shit! I am not at Hazleford. I am at Nether. Bugger. Um, out.
He calls me.
We go though a similar routine, ending in "Nether out."
Unknown boater: Clown should have gone to Specsavers!