Cast adrift...
I was recently told a terrifying tale of a man who was a little worse for wear after drinking too much. I'm not sure of how much he had to drink or the circumstances behind the occasion that led to the man finding himself in an inflatable dinghy, but the very idea of passing out and then waking up the following morning in a dinghy and adrift far out to sea, alone, left me with goosebumps, mainly, perhaps, because it was the sort of predicament I myself might have been in back in the day when I occasionally 'overdid' the alcohol. Imagine waking up in an inflatable boat, on the open sea, no land visible, just horizons all around you, no oars and nobody around. There would be no point in shouting for help, nothing; all you can do is sit there hoping upon hope that the weather conditions will remain stable and that eventually you will be rescued. The man, whoever he was, has an exciting story to tell his pals, safe in the knowledge that he survived the ordeal, because he was ev