So there I was, sitting in the cockpit, nose in a cup of coffee and this miserable bloke shuffles along the pontoon. I know this sounds like the beginning of a bad joke, but wait – it gets serious.
“Sorry to bother you, mate,” he says, “but can you lend me a screwdriver?”
Which sort? Would I have what he wanted? I quickly flicked through my stock starting with the smallest – one of those fiddly ones for putting screws back into a broken
