Now Little Jenny Allen used to work for the Gcap media group in Leicester Square. It owned radio stations such as capital FM, XFm and classic fm etc and she loved it. She loved her boss, the people, the location. Until one day it all changed. Her boss, and Ozzy, moved back to Sydney, company dinamics took a turn and then, to cut a long story short, Little Jenny Allen found herself jobless. It was sad times for Little Jenny Allen. She managed to find a new job at a film distribution company but it wasn't radio, which was her love. Just before coming away to Australia for a sun-filled holiday she went for an interview at Magic fm. She wanted that job so badly and was still waiting to hear. Meanwhile, Little Jenny Allen had been in touch with her old boss Scott. He was thrilled that she was in Sydney. So thrilled that he hired a yacht...
So the next morning the girls got themselves ready (some taking longer than others) and headed to Darling Harbour. And then there was Scott. Next to the yacht. They hugged it out and then Anya and Sarah ran off to buy some sea sick tablets, suddenly remembering a particularly sicky boat trip 5 months ago in Thailand. And then theyw were off. Joined by 2 of Scott's mates, and their very own skipper. And an esky of champagne, wine and beer. Sorted. Off they pootled out in to Sydney harbour. The day was a glorious one with not a cloud in the sky. Little Jenny Allen and Sarah clicked away with their cameras as they passed under the Harbour bridge and the opera house for the first time. Anya simply enjoyed the moment with a glass of champagne. She was now a flashpacker. Backpacking was so last year. The general relaxed chat and giggles continued until the actual sailing began. The sail went up, the engine turned off and the wind took it's course. It was one of those situations where the activity sounds and looks gracious until you actually do it. 'A bit like riding on an elephant' Anya thought. 'Looks great and like something you might like to try out, until you're up there, saying 10 Hail Mary's and 3 Our Father's in a desperate hope that you won't go plumeting down the side of the mountainous Asian jungle.' So these things do have their down sides. And boy did the boat go down... and to the side! Scott, Sarah and Little Jenny Allen held on tight as the yacht sailed across the sparkling harbour. But the girls didn't look as relaxed as Scott.
"Just chill out and enjoy it" he kept saying.
Anya sat at the other side looking down at their worried faces and laughed at them. At them. Not with them. At them. Until the wind tipped the boat even further. So far that Little Jenny Allen's elbow got dipped in the water. Sarah said she'd never seen her move so quickly as she shot to the other side of the boat and practically chained herself to the bar so she couldn't fall anywhere.
Soon enough the yacht tipping excitement calmed down and they stopped for a dip. Sarah and Anya jumped in and swam to a nearby beach, once again fondly remembering when they did a similar thing in a lagoon in Thailand. They had a nose, picked up some shells, (but didn't pick their nose in case that confused you) hopped over some fish heads and swam back. The esky got emptier and the crew got merrier. That was until they sailed back the other way and this time Sarah and Little Jenny Allen laughed at Anya from the other side of the boat. At her. Not with her. At her. And after a quick Titanic moment at the front of the yacht (not the sinking one) it (oh and not the one when the string quartet played their last piece) was (and definitely not the one where a little old lady throws a multi million pound jewel in to the ocean) time to head back. They all jumped in to a cab and headed to Scott's house, picked up his lovely wife and went for an evening at 'The London Pub' in Balmain. A wicked day. And that wasn't it. They all got treated to a curry back at the house later on.
And back at the hostel as they girls got to bed, Anya closed her eyes and complained that she felt like she was still on the boat and felt a bit sick. Little Jenny Allen handed her a sea sick tablet and she happily went off to sleep.
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