To take up with a fat old man like Fulmoron who is close
to death from heart disease says volumes of how little
self-esteem Lady Sailor has. What L.S. has admitted by
her actions is that she thinks she cannot do any better.

She is desperate, lonely, has no life and is escaping into
more of the same by her actions. Why is there such a
pathetic bunch of losers like Barbara dragging down
the image of sailing? Why does this scourge continue
to plague us real sailors?

S.Simon