Saturday August 17th.
We set sail at 9 pm from Millbank Pier (London, SW1P 4GT - opposite Millbank Tower).
A boat full of delightful deviants cruising the river right through the heart of the kinkiest city in the world. London is stunning from the river at night – the lights, the sights – the London Eye, St Pauls, Westminster, HMS Belfast & City Hall. Docking at 1am. (Read this to find out why.)
Enjoy a unique atmosphere on our fabulous three level boat, with on-board dungeon and the music of DJ Tina Where better to enact your favourite fantasies? The Boat is a night never forgotten.
Advance tickets £30 from Honour on Lower Marsh. Advance booking is recommended. Tickets on the quay subject to surcharge.
Tickets are already available on-line.
Not got your tickets by Saturday evening? Try here for returns.
Arrive by 8.30pm for boarding at 8.45pm, because if you're late we’ll have sailed.
It IS that good.
And it is just once a year.
Strict Dress Code: fetish, rubber, leather, PVC, uniforms, fantasy, period, glamour. Offenders WILL be put ashore.
Strict SM etiquette is expected. Respect boundaries; keep it Sane, Safe and Consensual.
(This event does not include a buffet; we advise you eat before joining us).
Meanwhile, here's how to park:
Pictures from The Boat 22
and other previous Boats
In the meantime, here is some poetry:
Qinqireme of Ninevah from distant Ophir
Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine,
With a cargo of ivory,
And apes and peacocks,
Sandalwood, cedarwood, and sweet white wine.
Stately Spanish galleon, coming home for Christmas,
Dipping through the Tropics by the palm-green shores,
With a cargo of diamonds,
Topazes, and cinnamon and gold moidores.
Dirty British coaster with a salt-caked smoke stack
Butting through the tropics on the mad March days,
With a cargo of Tyne coal,
Firewood, iron-ware, and cheap tin trays.
Smart Miyuki Maru on Midsummer's evening
Cruising down the river before London's eyes
With a cargo of ladyboys
Dominatrices and masters
Slaveboys, schoolgirls and Ishmael Skyes.
(But not the last stanza, obviously, and the bit about Coming home for Christmas
is a blatant piss take, before anyone points it out.)