No Prisoners taken, Siberian swordsman rides again

A mean wind rattled the standing rigging as it whistled through the gathered fleet on the Maylandsea shore.
14 boats facing in every direction within the starting area looked a tad bemused as the race box flags where hosted but the flagstaff being down wind, the flags perfectly horizontal, where hidden behind the attached halyards. The race horn was also lost in the wind. The race box light signalling (a mystery to all visitors) indicated that someone was in and in a flash of brilliance Ron and Laura crashed the start line at the right moment to win the start and hiking hard through a horrendous squall, and with gritted teeth hit the port tack lay line at the first mark with Mark and Barry (505) a boat length behind.
As Ron bore off the calling for the spinnaker was clearly heard and a distinctive sound of clucking chickens travelled before them. However travelling to the Spit mark at a goodly speed and turning to look at a knee crunching windward leg against the fast flooding tide with 30 knot with whammies Ron was seen to put one butt cheek over the gunwale. Sadly, as is the way of dinghy racing, Ron and Lorna slowly slipped into the middle order following a splat the duck at the Stripy turning mark.
Batty and Barry played it safe and finished lead boat and 3rd on corrected time.
Chris Roberts sailing a Phantom, made his entrance to the series and a most welcome return it was, making an equally poor start as every one else sailed a blisteringly fast race, only hitting one race mark and executing some of the most speedy wareings about ever seen, showed good boat handling skills to finish 2nd and first to get his boat cover on.
(Boring I know) but Jacko and Lorna facing the wrong way at the start and joined in after with Jacko firmly tucked in behind Lorna’s well filled bodysuit “how much clothing can you get in a dry suit?” plodded away at another recovery. Crews that have sailed with Jacko will reveal that if at any time ‘enough is enough’ the word scotch is said by one or the other crew, the boat will return to the club bar immediately and scotch will be consumed with no questions asked. As it turns out the story Lorna tells is that she was screaming “Jack Daniels” over and over, (wrong word it appears! The word is scotch!) The tying of a rolling hitch around the tiller with the main sheet following a speedy jibe at mark 3, was a test to see if L had found her sense of humour (no, she had not) It may be that L’s uncanny use of the spinnaker whist reciting the Lord Prayer and sitting on Jacko’s lap on the aft buoyancy bags was the winning move. We know it was not Jacko’s boat handling. Most lightly just Jacko’s Jam but the duo scored their first 1st of the series.
The fleet decided one race was good and absconded to the bar
Notables Roger and Edward in a Fireball sporting a sawn of mainsail with 2 more notches in the diving duck completion. Now leaders. The RS 600 sailor who rigged his boat. Jacko’s attempts the fix the results. Simon and Pies have not been seen in the club bar. The Sandhopper fleet all in formation laughter. Keith Fedi has gone missing. And can Malcolm (Fireball) sail a course without adding or leaving a race mark out?
Next race day 25th at 10:30. Results