sea legs
Meself and a bunch of mates from uni took a month`s sabbatical to do an interrail in Europe. I`d never been on anything more seagoing than the woolwich ferry before.
The weather forecast at Harwich was a bit rough.
We`d got on the ferry early having gone for a beer in Harwich( that`s a stunning place for pubs near the docks) and I needed a pee. As I entered the gents I could hear "shit,fuck, bastard" and a guy was washing a teeshirt and himself in the sink,covered in puke. You alright mate? "no i`m fucking not"

Turned out he`d poked his head over the barrier to look at the guys retracting all the gangways as we were casting off and someone on the deck above had puked gallons and the wind blew it all over him, just on the swell in the harbour.

As we got out the weather worsened to eventually force 9, and you started hearing really odd drim-drum-drum noises which stopped after the announcement that the stabilisers had been turned off as they were coming out of the water!

I have a photo somewhere of a horizon at 30degrees and the intrepids all at an angle with beer level out on the deck with it pissing down.
"ah English".
We all had our sea legs thank god.

Holland was due in at about 5am, and at about 11pm they had a film on in the cinema ( about at the centre of mass and rotation) the film was Blue thunder, so there is us lot and about 6 others in a 100 or so seat place.

Hmmmm It`s about a police special attack helicopter, about 5 or 10 minutes in there is a helicopter chase with loops in. OH DEAR!
There were some funny noises from people then and only myself and phil from our party were left in an empty cinema, the seats were quite comfy for a kip ( we saved dosh by not booking cabins) at about 3am we got chucked out and saw the trails of puke all over the carpet.

There was vomit everwhere or the smell of it.

Nice.
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