National Association of Boat Owners

My name is Legion, for we are many.

So sayeth the cloven-hoofed one at The Watery Wellness Trust Ltd., generally in thundering tones and when addressing individual boaters.

One is a small number. It’s only slightly larger than Zero. It’s a lot less than Legion.

This is why it is important that you – we boaters – these people – we gits – choose our support groups, join them and support them. To have a voice we need to build our own legions.

I recommend two groups, links to their websites are in the menu at the top of each page on this bloggy-website-thingy. The one I am going to mention today is NABO – or, to my “Grammatik macht frei” old-fashioned hind-brain – N.A.B.O.

The National Association of Boat Owners.

You may not agree with all of their policies, I don’t, but in times of war – and we are effectively at war* with the The Watery Wellness Trust Ltd – one must choose a side. N.A.B.O. do sterling work on boaters’ behalf, and membership is but twenty-five nicker a year from the pension.

*and they started it!

Joining is easy – clickez vous here.

Better yet in the way of recommendations, there’s a newsletter published circa once each six weeks; and one of my blog posts is in this month’s publication. 🙂

Talking Point 18‘ Issue 4 of 2021.

I can’t point you to it directly because the newsletter is, quite rightly, one of the membership rewards for – members. Tis a moot point whether having me and my ugly mug inserted through your letterbox can be termed a “reward” in any Pavlovian sense, but I’m insufficiently caffeinated to brook dissent today, so we’ll skip the navel-fluff analysis.

However, it was a post here – and it still is, so you can read it by clicking here.

Whether I’ll still be allowed to remain a member of N.A.B.O. once sufficient of the membership reads my whinings, I do not know and cannot guess.

Seriously, we’ve all heard Space-Doctor Doc McCoy in the The Star Trek turn to Captain Jim-Bob T Walton and say ‘It’s life on a canal-boat, Jim, but not as we know it’. If we’re not to be beaten to deaf with “Terms & Conditions” we need groups such as N.A.B.O. within which we do our part in stepping up to The Canal & River MisTrust Ltd’s nose, and saying nein, non, não, nej, nei and absolutely nyet. Enough is enough.

Please do go and sign up.

Don’t be left out in the cold.

Who knows, there might be some more articles in there from yours truly one day, and if that’s not enough incentive, well I don’t know wotiz.


  1. If only you’d told me you were tying up in Chester again I could’ve brung an ice-axe and chipped you out. You might have used it afterwards to stab at the heart of these fiends in the Canal and River Mistrust Ltd, assuming they own one between them.

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    1. The majority of the WWT Ltd (with a slack handlful of exceptions so far) would appear to blink sideways and were doubtless born from eggs. There is a high probabilty that if you were to dismantle the Body Corporate the pieces would begin slithering back together again. They are a product of these times, an exemplar for modern society… sadly. ;-(

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  2. Ian, you need to get out more. I am seriously, like S E R I O S L EY worried about your preoccupation of this strange Masonic of the waves Lodge that you find yourselves at logger handshakes with. Although one does wonder in these strange times just exactly what these secret societies do for Hail Fellow, Well Met shenanigans of yore. Bricks and mortar have never seemed more appealing for you I suspect, if only to tie a chunk of wall on the end of your left leg and chuck yourself in. Just tell’em to bog off else you will throw the contents of your Elsan over their half brained heads.


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    1. To quote Khan (Star Trek II; MCMLXXXII): ‘Towards thee I roll, thou all-destroying but unconquering whale; to the last I grapple with thee; from hell’s heart I stab at thee; for hate’s sake I spit my last breath at thee. Sink all coffins and all hearses to one common pool and since neither can be mine, let me then tow to pieces, while still chasing thee, though tied to thee, thou damned whale! Thus, I give up the spear!’

      They started it, as long as it amuses me I’ll never stop… 😉

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    1. Don’t joke, C&RT Corporate would have us in them in two seconds flat if they could. 😉

      The whippings will continue until boater morale improves…

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