Priorities?
Grandad August 28th, 2009
We arrived a little late for the ferry.
They waited for us partly because my fame had spread before me and partly because frankly, they were fucking glad of the trade.
We drove straight on without any of those irritating queues which was nice. Fame has its up side.
Shortly before we left, there was the usual cheerful announcement from the captain welcoming us aboard. He told us how we were probably going to arrive ahead of time because of a following wind.
He then spent about ten minutes haranguing all the evil, disgusting smokers on board, telling us how we were NOT allowed smoke anywhere except outside. He went to great lengths to drum this home. He ended up by warning of dire consequences if there were any filthy cigarette butts left lying around.
He wasn’t kidding about the wind.
It wasn’t so much the effect on the ship as on the sea.
It was a roller.
I like rolling seas, but some peoples stomachs just can’t seem to take it. There was very strong evidence of this at frequent intervals around the outside deck, and even in a couple of cases, on the inside.
Now, it may just be me. Maybe I am becoming intolerant in my old age?
But frankly, I would rather wade around a deck that is ankle deep in fag ends, than slosh around in peoples discarded dinner.
But the captain never mentioned vomit in his little speech.
Is he a little misguided in his priorities?
Or is a cigarette butt that much worse than a gallon of puke?
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