And there's a story about Princess...
I was driving a private charter on Princess for a couple of middle aged blokes. I took them round showing them some of the flashy houses on the lake shore, pointing out where moneyed guests would land their private helicopters on hotel lawns, and so on. I asked them where they were from, what they were up to. They'd eaten the night before at L'Enclume, a local Michelin starred restaurant, so I knew they had a few bob.
They were taking selfies (and tweeting them, it turns out). By the time I got back to the pier, one of my football-mad colleagues took my mooring line, stuck his head in the cabin and said to my passengers: "Trust you to get the only skipper in the fleet who knows absolutely NOTHING about football!" He laughed, my passengers laughed - so I laughed, thinking: "something's funny here, but I haven't a clue what it is".
As they departed down the pier, they showed me a tweet they'd just sent of one of them sitting in the back of the boat, all alone, looking thoroughly miserable, with the caption "here's me with my mates on Windermere". I looked, I laughed - and STILL didn't realise that the chap in the picture, and on my boat, was Gary Lineker. I was none the wiser!