Years ago we were having a jolly Christmas in the upstairs Port Owen Yacht Club when someone had the brainwave of carolling the yachts.  Wally showed natural leadership qualities and with the aid of a flip chart left over from some conference or other he outlined the plan of action, which somehow involved the 2nd Panzer Division.

Having the plan formulated and watches synchronised we headed downstairs to begin the carolling.  One problem however was that Wally having exerted himself greatly at the briefing was now legless so we put him into one of the cabana's luggage trollies from where he directed the proceedings and dished out refreshments as required.

Having sung vigorously, with gusto and feeling right around the fleet and back we headed back to the club or bed.

Late the next morning, when I emerged on the good ship Absolutely! with thoughts of regmakers in mind the chap on the neighbouring  boat regaled me thus:

"Did you hear that din last night?" (Din? i thought we were quiet melodic and anyway it was Christmas, where was this chap's Christmas spirit?).

"I did indeed," heard it quiet clearly.

"I feel like complaining" says he.

"Well then you should" quoth I, "complain vigorously and long."

"Who do you think I should complain too?" asked the curmudgeonly matelot without any shred of festive feelings.

"Complain to Owen Wiggins Trust, The Port Owen Yacht Club, Royal Cape Yacht Club and CASA."

"Really?"

"Yes, and they'll all know what you're talking about as they were here with me singing them carols"

He went below and left those parts soon, thankfully never to be seen again.