Pour a scotch - I've got news..

A telephone call was made, money exchanged hands and the deal was done. Like waking up on a strangers couch, staggering onto a foreign street and squinting at the morning rays, we are now left wondering 'who shat in my mouth?' 'whose blood is this?' and 'we bought a what?'

It had been tossed around before, mostly dreamily, sometimes vigorously, always drunkardly. However, this time it's official - we own a boat.