CARINTHIA VI : WHEN THE WORD ICONIC IS CORRECT

Seeing the latest pictures in Superyacht Times of the charred remains of Carinthia VI ( or, more accurately ” The One ” ) is still an upsetting experience, though not quite as bad as the day she actually caught fire and grainy iPhone videos gradually started appearing online.

Carinthia V met a watery fate ; her successor a fiery one. That doesn’t really seem fair. It’s worth recounting ( for those who don’t know ) that Bannenberg Snr designed the almost identical Carinthia V which sank on her maiden voyage to the Greek Islands – striking rocks and sinking quite rapidly. The story goes that her Captain struggled ashore and managed to call the owner to convey the bad news. It must have been an awkward conversation. Less awkward was the owner calling Jon and telling him to go ahead with her replacement. Now we just need someone to rebuild Carinthia VI, rather as you would do with a famous racing car that came to grief on a tricky corner. We have plenty of info in our archive, but here’s a new render to remind you how she should look.

 

NAKEDLY AMBITIOUS

Whilst tidying the other day I came across this photo of my father in, er, a business meeting in Japan. Probably around the late 1980s. I think the participants are drinking warm sake. There’s quite a lot of averted eye contact and on an awkwardness scale of 1-10, I would give it a 12. Actually I’m not quite clear under what circumstances the photo was taken as it seems a clear breach of D-Notice rules. I, of course, am permitted to publish under the 30-year rule. But enough of rules and procedures: I’m proud to report that the tradition continues – removing one’s clothes purely for commercial purposes ( with no money changing hands other than an eventual design fee ).

THE NAKED POOL BLOG

Not that long ago, our first meeting with a prospective client was held in his sauna in the forest. The roll call consisted of : the client, German shipyard representatives x 2, the male half of a mixed sex broker combination and myself and Mr Fraser. Mr Rowell had fled, professing a sudden interest in trees of Eastern Europe. We were naked and wore grey felt hats to stop our hair combusting in the excoriating dry heat. There are no photos I am pleased to confirm ( unless there were devices concealed in the birch twigs ). As sauna diehards will know, the protocol also required periodic saunters high speed sprints to the iced plunge pool. Dignity was there none but I guess the client assessed our commitment to the cause and 36 months later we stood, fully clothed, on the dock in Bremen as his yacht was launched. All names, except those of the B&R team, have been withheld for decency’s sake.

Others may shoot, or drive cars at reckless speed, or simply ply fine wines in the quest for new business. But until you stride onto the level playing field which is complete nakedness, anything else barely counts.