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Complex
By Keith Floyd
Published 1986
On a sailing holiday once, I found myself stranded in Motril in southern Spain with no money and no food. For several days I lived off the dabs that I could catch in the harbour. Delicious as these were, I was very pleased when a fellow sailor invited me to a beach party. Strange chap, also waiting for money to arrive, he was living on a rotting ‘gun boat’, the sort of thing they used to send up the Yangtse river. He was some kind of ex-patriate who, after a lifetime in Africa, found he cou
