He charters a small boat for the day and sets off down river, the breeze gently tickling through his chest hair, the sky bright above and refreshing silence. Idyllic. Except he should be hearing the gentle hum of the on board engine.
‘No matter, it’s just a stall’, states the man of the boat and stood proud at the helm he gives a good tug on the pull cord. The engine makes a bit of an effort but can’t quite be bothered to start.
‘No matter, it takes a couple of goes’, states the man of the boat and reaches down for another go. Again no luck, but this time the apparent confidence is diminished as something else isn’t right.
‘The pull cord is broken’, states the man of the boat.
‘What do you mean, broken? How’ve you broken it?’ asks the lady in the boat.
‘I haven’t broken it’, states the man of the boat, ‘it just won’t go back in’.
So, he charters a small boat for the day and ends up rowing his way to mobile reception – the man of the boat endearing himself to the lady in the boat with his display of shirtless masculinity.
A quick call to the boat hire man and all is forgiven, ‘you just need to give ‘er a bit of a smack’ and with a tap to her backside, the engine refuted its stubborn gesture and swallowed the cord as it should.