Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Sea Grade

We'll Drink To This Sailor's Foresight

If you're seriously injured during a transatlantic voyage, whom do you call? The Coast Guard? The air force? The navy? Ghostbusters, perhaps? A British sailor called his local pub! Alan Thompson, 61, was in agony after falling on deck and breaking his pelvis on Saturday while sailing 600 nautical miles north-east of Bermuda. Roger Pocock, 62, the landlord of The Bull's Head in Fishbourne, Sussex, said: "We received a call from him saying he was in trouble. I don't know why he didn't put out an SOS." The publican phoned Falmouth Coastguard, which liaised with its American counterparts, who carried out the rescue.

FOOTNOTE: Ship happens.

7 comments:

Monique said...

Yeah, I saw it on the news here and also read it in The Times. Ingenious way to get rescued.

cube said...

He just happened to know the number of his local pub? He must've been a regular.

Akelamalu said...

It was probably the only number he could remember in his agony - typical man! ((wink))

Crystal Jigsaw said...

Amazing. Was it drinks on the house afterwards or was he doing the buying?

Crystal xx

gina said...

Sounds like something my father wouldv'e done. ;) lol.

Sometimes Saintly Nick said...

I suspect that the pub telephone number may have been the only one he had memorized. There are folks like that.

Merisi said...

I wonder if his vessel is now forever sailing around in the Bermude Triangle.