Serendipitouski

So I'd been to St Petersburg. So I'd bought a boat needing a name. So I was a smartarse.

My little boat to shuttle the family across the estuary sat on the harbour slipway below the flat we'd rented. With pride I'd constructed its nameplate and fitted it to the transom. The name? 'Jetski' - a silly joke. The alphabet? Cyrillic - naturally.... it sounded Russian.

The Harbour Master couldn't read it, but I insisted it remain.

"Stupid name. Who's going to know what it says?" (Mrs H)

"They will!" I declared triumphantly, serendipitously spying a yacht arrive flying the Russian flag.