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However, this one is true..

Seeing on the news the release of the film on the great Richard Burton..His catamaran was moored in Ferryside where I was a volunteer on the St Johns inshore rescue boat. His cat, during a very high tide, slipped it's mooring and was drifting off to Ireland. We launched, retrieved it and remoored it, waiving salvage as we were a rescue team. As a way of thanking us, our team was invited round to his house in Laurghne, for afternoon tea.
We confirmed when and sailed across, met by the lovely Sally, his then wife, with a signed letter of thanking us by himself and an apology for not being able to attend due to a filming commitment.
We were given a tour of his fantastic library, dripping salty water outta our wetsuits, plied with many beverages, none of which I could sample as I was only14 and headed back.
The tide has gone out..The RIB was beached. 50% of the 4 man crew were pissed and giggling. The other 50% of the crew managed to manhandle them into the RIB, think wrestling a giggly seal, quandary... How the fuck can we launch..
Locals came round, dragged us through the mud and got us into water and we motored back.
Poured some of the crew into the back of the beaching tractor, put the boat to bed and went home..

Hang on a mo...
If I was Gloomy, I'd have claimed teaching him how to speak..
How to act..
And perfected his arse wiping routine..

This is true as well. Was playing squash with my girlfriend when she was a student at St Andrews University. Must have been early to mid 1970's. We heard knock on door to say our time was up and as we walked out in walked a barefooted John Cleese. He asked me if he could borrow my squash racket, I obviously said yes, and then he asked me if by any chance my squash shoes were a size 13! They obviously weren't. We then watched him play squash in bare feet for 30mins and I was petrified he was going to break my racket!

dpedin wrote: Sat Mar 29, 2025 9:55 am This is true as well. Was playing squash with my girlfriend when she was a student at St Andrews University. Must have been early to mid 1970's. We heard knock on door to say our time was up and as we walked out in walked a barefooted John Cleese. He asked me if he could borrow my squash racket, I obviously said yes, and then he asked me if by any chance my squash shoes were a size 13! They obviously weren't. We then watched him play squash in bare feet for 30mins and I was petrified he was going to break my racket!

I can picture him strutting around the squash court ljust ike the Department of Silly Walks sketch.