I had a friend in the 80's who had a bad back. He'd fallen when he was younger and cracked several vertebrae - at one point the doctors thought he had broken it and might not walk. He was in traction in hospital for over a month and it had never been right since.
One quiet night in the pub I asked him how it had happened.
His father had worked as a designer for a yacht builders near Southampton and my friend had naturally learned to sail at an early age. He loved it and became very good, racing and such. He went to College and got his Master's ticket when he was about 20 - around 1969 or 70. During the Summer his father's company would get him to sail the finished yachts to it's destination and hand it over to the person who had bought it. Usually this was in the Mediterranean.
So one day he had delivered a Yacht to a trendy and exclusive location in the South of France and, after handing over the boat, decided to hang around for a few days and maybe have some fun.
He was sitting in a bar having a beer when two guys walked in. They ordered drinks and one of them asked him for a light. This sparked a conversation when they realised they were all British and they talked and got on really well. The upshot was that my friend got invited to a party on the yacht that the two guys were staying on.
He went with them and had a terrific time - lots of gorgeous girls, free food, free drink, free drugs. The party went on for several days.
At one point my friend, being a bit worse for wear, decided to show of a little - especially as he was egged on by his two new acquaintances - and climbed up the rigging. Everyone started urging him to do a high dive into the water so he did. But slipped as he jumped and landed on the deck. After that it was an ambulance and almost two months in hospital before he was well enough to go home.
During his hospitalisation his two acquaintances came to see him almost every day as they felt to blame for his accident. They made sure he had anything he wanted and paid for his flight home.
"That was nice of them," I said. "Who were these guys then?"
"Kieth Richards and Mick Jagger - and the yacht was Hugh Heffner's."
I don't think anyone can compete with that
