Taki Taki

High life | 1 August 2019

issue 03 August 2019

Coronis

  We are steaming on Puritan

‘What are you trying to say?’ asks Geldof, in probably the shortest sentence ever uttered by him

towards the private isle of Coronis for a long Pugs weekend and the boozing is easy. Bob Geldof is lecturing on everything and anything and the listening is even easier. After three hours of this, and about five vodkas on the rocks in the sun, we have passed the island of Hydra and I feel faint. The gentle swaying of the boat, the constant blare of Bob’s lecturing, and the booze is just too much. I pass out in the sun, but only for a minute or two. The Bismarcks and Hutleys and Mrs Geldof prop me up and we finally drop anchor in a private paradise that means a return to solid ground after a ten-day sail with the family I shan’t soon forget. And that’s where Bob truly hits his stride.

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