After all, somebody killed him, it might be the bloke sitting next to you.

When I think that in about an hour or so I shall have my feet up in front of the Mess stove with a pint of dark, I always remember there'll still be some poor bloke sitting in a dinghy with a wet seat and feeling as much like death as he can get.

Also on offer are fresh crab rolls - the filling could have been caught by the bloke sitting next to you, and his boat is probably tied up alongside.