Next day we're still going!
Past the oil rigs, so this must be the North Sea. Surely we should have turned right somewhere! I'm in two minds whether to have a word with the Captain, see if he remembered to switch on the Tomtom or whatever, when some smart arse tells us we'll be sailing until tomorrow morning as well! WHAT!!!
Well there's nothing for it I guess, we'll have to have a little drink. We've already toured the boat (see the previous blog if that terminology upsets you! There is a reason) more times than is absolutely necessary, so a nice cooling lager ticks all the right boxes, thank you very much.
Manchester City are playing Chelsea on the big screen. Dilemma- which of these bags of camel dung to I want to win. City score, I have a drink to numb the pain. City score again. Pint please! 3-0 OMG I don't believe it. I'b etter ave anovver lil dronk.
Quiz. Tried to cheat, honest, but it dain't work. A blubble ickle drunk please waiter - oh sorry, waitress. Nice moustache though.
Karaoke - Sultanas That Sing by Drier Stoats and of course a drinky winkykins to gib be cour, coura, carnage, oh bollocks - to make me braver. Better make that a double then!
And so to bed, after one for the road of course, hang on, make that two - I got a desperate need to argue with this bloke about the lack of merit in Liverpool having any sort of football team at all.
Stavanger tomorrow! Hope Norwegians are more understanding than Scousers!