Left to right: Bob Lord, Ann Taylor, Dougie Marty, and Simkins’ niece Trish. Don’t ask. Just don’t ask. It’s
both a little suspicious and a little disappointing that the only naked thing in the photo is Dougie’s navel.
 
This is the second image I have of myself and Dougie Marty in a bed together. The other occurred during
another So’ton inport. We both apparently became so drucking funk and obnoxious, that we managed to
lock ourselves into separate bathroom stalls from the inside. In what was, I must now admit, a reasonable
and appropriate response, our shipmates dragged us out and stored us conveniently for the night in the
same hotel bed together. Waking up that next morning without a clue what happened was a rather
unnerving experience, but that was not the worst of it. Dougie’s eyes are burned into my soul to this day.
They looked like piss-holes in the snow.