The Only Club Where You Might Leave Without a Prostate

Not quite sailing, but there’s still teamwork, charts, and the odd moment of sheer panic

Now look, I’m not against clubs. I think they can be brilliant. You turn up once a week, pretend to be competent, make some questionable tactical decisions, and then spend the evening in a bar dissecting said disasters over a pint. I did exactly that with sailing. It was glorious. Bit of banter, someone falls in, someone else forgets port from starboard and everyone laughs while trying not to capsize.