Sonata World Series II, Race 15,
Conspiracy theorists and fashionistas rarely combine
in the real world, but as previous reports of this fascinating battle of minds,
wits, boats and sails, have proven, anything goes in the world of Sonatas. After a false start on Monday, when the whole
SWS-II fleet was hijacked by a load of young pretenders, who took tiller
controls from the experienced skippers and showed them how young talent can
improve performances, the fleet gathered to do battle against themselves and
the not inconsiderable elements last Thursday evening.
The first surprise was a definitely not Sonata shaped
projectile, masquerading under an “S” name, who came thundering through the
gathering fleet just before the real race start. Some SWS-II skippers joked that as it was a
Ker31 emanating from
Fashionistas, who regard the SWS-II as the pinnacle of
colour matching and artistic composition on the downwind legs, were aghast at the
“crime colourelle” perpetrated by SA and AP.
Instead of the gentle change of spinnaker spectrum colours from white to
pink to blue, there appeared a jarring all over black from SA. Said fashionistas drew some comfort from the
fact that this black aberration was soon doused in a tangle, only to re-appear
complete on subsequent legs.
Investigations by our SWS-II mole, the ever secretive and heavyweight
“Big Dave”, revealed that post race 14 deals were done by SA to obtain the loan
of a go faster spinnaker, in return for a very large cheque recently liberated
from Devon County Council, which was observed being handed over to the man with
3 names, skipper of AP.
Such dark and devious dealings seem to have become the
norm now within the SWS-II, and the race organisers have set up a special
organisation to police and curb such practices.
All skippers henceforth are required to attend post race de-briefings
and protest hearings immediately on their return to shore in the upper areas of
TQ5 8AR. This requirement is now made
mandatory within the rules for SWS-II and is designed to maximise profits to
the governing body, plus that of the not inconsiderable sized “Mr Bond” and his
team of drink dispensing acolytes.