At sea

Fairly quiet day, chilly, like home. Home, clinging on like a sad groupie, a professional limpet, a homeless person with a home.

Fully orientated ourselves today and found some weird…anomalies…Freeman to the rescue!!

Classic.

I say ourselves, I’ll still get port and starboard mixed up, Klingons! The promenade deck does not go all the way around, you cannot get to the front of the ship, I blame the terrorists.

The same applies to the top deck, starboard side seems to have rooms there, so you cannot walk around. Rude if you ask me, open your balconies!!

The pub, Brodies, is fantastic, screens EVERYWHERE. Excellent for football. Though I’m not sure about the pool table. It did bring much merriment to the people playing as the balls rolled around. The Killer Pool app does not support sea induced ball movement. Something Fuppets Inc should include.

Which brings me on to the weather again, cool but sunny with light winds and not much movement (for humans, pool balls…) as we sail 4000 metres above the Earth’s crust. Earth, haven’t we screwed that up? Homosapiens suck, which reminds me I was barred from bringing my ‘People, what a bunch of bastards’ t-shirt, apparently people might take offense.

Bastards.

I write this drunk on Stella, it has probably been changed by the wife. If it’s boring it’s all her fault, if it’s funny I beat her up and kept it as is,

Stella Wife Beater ftw!!

Oh, and Sagna so should have been sent off….