The Boat 25

The Firm: The Boat 25

2018 upon the river

Saturday July 7th.

We set sail at 8.50 pm from Tower Pier (near to the Tower of London) on Saturday 7th July 2018, past HMS Belfast, under the Tower Bridge, past Canary Wharf and the Dome towards the Barrier, then upriver perhaps as far as Putney before turning for home. Docking at 2am.

There is music*, delicious nibbles served by our ever-attentive maids; AND you can do SM while cruising right through the heart of one of the most beautiful capital cities in the world on a glorious summer night. You can get Six of the Best going under Tower Bridge.

This is one of the very best SM/Fetish parties of the year; a boat full of delightful deviants cruising the River Thames, right through the kinkiest city in the world: London is beautiful from the river - the lights, the London Eye, St Paul's, Westminster...

It is that good.

And it is just once a year.

Strict Dress Code: fetish, rubber, leather, PVC, uniforms, fantasy, period, glamour.

Advance tickets @ £30 each, on sale at Honour, on Lower Marsh, Waterloo, or on-line at Joanna Lark.

On-line sales have ceased; see this page for availability.

* Star DJs Tina Stormcaller from Kane FM, and DJ Slicker of da Horny Hornchruch Massive will be spinning the platters for your delectation.

Pictures from The Boat 22 and previous Boats

In the meantime, here is some poetry:

Cargoes

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, Emeralds, amethysts, 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, Road-rail, pig-lead, 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.

John Masefield

(But not the last stanza, obviously, and the bit about Coming home for Christmas
is a blatant piss take, before anyone points it out.)