The first really extraordinary feeling was that there is a world in the UK without rules, jurisdiction of any kind. I mean, you're just off the 200 mile limit. And a world that absolutely nobody, not even the wives, know about. That was what they told me, independently, you know. 'If you can produce a bucket, I don't think you will because you're so old and useless, but if you could, I expect... We said... we talked... we did... it'll be a piece of piss. But if you just give us something that we can give to our wives to tell them what we do. We can't tell them, they'll not believe us.' So they all gave it to their wives... 'and took them forever to read it, but then, you know, mine, she never reads the paper.' And that was a big deal. So I loved that. But perhaps the best moment in it all was the publicity tour in America and up the east coast, and the skipper rang in from Gloucester, you know, the port of the Perfect Storm. The sort of legendary port. And said, 'Well, that's really what it's like. Nobody else has ever told it like it really is, and that lots of people, therefore, wouldn't believe it.'