Fond childhood memories
As a lot of other poor sods did, I used to get dragged kicking and screaming to Bridlington in the summer holidays for a weeks sojourn of bad weather, bad food and bad guest house accomadation. One year my father decided that fishing might be fun, so a boat that offered said fishing trip was booked on and early one morning, i was dragged out of bed and press ganged onto something boat shaped that looked as seaworthy as it smelled.
2 hours in, I was horrifically seasick and managed to throw up over my sister, my dad and my cousin, although i was secretly pleased through the nausea that i had chucked up over my father for inflicting this nightmare upon me.
5 hours later we were back in the harbour and the only thing I caught was mumps from my germ ridden cousin. Henceforth an important childhood lesson was learned that boats are a totally loathesome form of transportation. Never had any other positive boat/ferry trip to challenge that belief since.
(Finster Ate a cat biscuit for a bet, Mon 5 Nov 2012, 12:40, Reply)