It was quite a shock to meet a skinhead on the boat - well not a shock a good joke. We did not actually meet him of course I just stayed at a distance and snuck a photo of him. That's why it is such a fetching portrait of his left ear. Don't forget this all happened in the days when guys did not go around with bald heads - except if you were a yob at a football match. They were the bad guys - James and I, alternating between Crystal Palace (boo!) one week and Chelsea (hurrah!) the other, kept our distance.