Britannia Rules The Waves

(Somewhere in the mid Atlantic)

Andrea just came out with a classic.

Me “I can feel the ship moving”

Andrea “I’ve finished in the loo”

Me: “No, I said ship”!

Well the POSH, POSH travelling life, the travelling life for me. Our POSH cruise started with a performance in the main dance hall by the Empire Brass Marching Band. They were great to be fair but many of the oldies were clearly aroused by their renditions of Rule Britannia, Land of Hope & Glory and other hits from the album “Now thats what I call Jingoistic”.

It struck me while listening that due to the Royal Navy’s troubles recruiting there are probably more fat old fogeys like me at sea these days than actual RN sailors thanks to cruises. Our fellow passengers have so far proven to be very friendly and congenial. The restaurant is a sea of grey haired folks tucking into mountains of grub.

I was being a good boy this morning as after a 3k run around the top deck I loaded up my breakfast bowl with fruit and a black coffee. However there was a bowl of crispy streaky bacon to die for on the hot food stand so I had fruit with a crispy bacon dressing!

To cement our reputation as old gits, after breakfast we listened to an interesting talk by a retired policeman ( which fed our insatiable interest in murder most foul, usually satisfied by Netflix) then joined in for ballroom dancing lessons followed by lunch and a nice chat with a chap in the jewellery shop who tried to sell Andrea a $13k bracelet. Fat chance! The food continues to be excellent, I’m especially enjoying the Jelly and Icecream!

Anyway I must finish this post as my trouser foghorn keeps sounding so I suspect that I may need a ship.