Fabulous as ever, Sue, glad you're hear to tell the tale :D I love that you just about managed to keep reading while chaos reigned at every turn!
Reminds me of a Hook Van Holland/ Hull trip when I was 19. Three sisters, always car sick, my super power had/has always been my total lack of motion sickness - much tested over the years. (I got my comeuppance though: two pregnancies, sick every day throughout for both). Anyway! Hook Van Holland. To set the scene, the captain informed us at the end of the trip that for the most part, we had been in a Force Ten. No sh** Sherlock. My abiding memory is not being able to go to the loo because the toilets, the toilet area, and all the corridors leading to them were full of people vomiting at whatever resting place they'd made it to. If anything was going to make me sick, it was the stench. Long story short, I swear there were two of us on the entire ship not being sick. I sat at the bar with the lone other guy (not open, no staff, think they were otherwise engaged) as everything not nailed down careered past us and back again. I remember little about him apart from him being a nice guy, and that we were more than a little smug about our superpower!
Keep up the great work! Your posts always make me smile :)
Love this Jackie, full of admiration for your composure. Maybe we could get together a few contributeurs for a collection of short stories’Hideous Boat Journeys I Have Known’?
Absolutely brilliant storytelling as always Sue. Your writing is so descriptive, I love it. I travelled the highs seas with you but never left my seat 💖 So glad you made it to your destination eventually 😉🩵 🚢
I am sure I have woken up the next door neighbours by laughing out loud several times reading this - BRILLIANT! I was a courier for Townsend Thoreson when I was a student, taking coach loads of day trippers across the channel (mostly they just wanted to get to the hyper markets to buy booze). I had a spiel to deliver”…on your left is a statue of Louis Bleriot. Louis Bleriot was the first man to fly across the channel…” I always knew which coaches were going to be FUN coaches (Northerners generally much more up for a laugh than Southerners) but the most fun was to be had on the rough crossings as you described. I never puked once but couldn’t help but be tickled by pissed people falling over on the way to the toilets and hanging over the side of the boat trying not to be sick. Have you seen Triangle of Sadness? I don’t think I have ever laughed so much at a movie - put it on your to-watch list! (Without looking at the trailer) 💋loved this piece of writing SO MUCH ❤️
Jenny, that’s so funny. Who knew that was even a job! Don’t you wish video had been around then? I wish I’d taken photos of the chocolate bars sailing towards me in the milk. It didn’t occur to me until afterwards. Thanks for reading and sharing your experiences, I love to hear them! Xx
I know, it was a FABULOUS job in hindsight. Loads of mucking around. There are a few photos of me in my glamorous (!) uniform somewhere. If I ever find them, will send them. It was a brown suit, cream shirt and orange cravat!
The Jackson Brodie books are a mixed bag; I remember the first one, 'Case Histories', feeling much tighter and better-built than those that have come after.
What a nightmare journey, Sue. So well described. It was making me bilious. And scared!
Fabulous as ever, Sue, glad you're hear to tell the tale :D I love that you just about managed to keep reading while chaos reigned at every turn!
Reminds me of a Hook Van Holland/ Hull trip when I was 19. Three sisters, always car sick, my super power had/has always been my total lack of motion sickness - much tested over the years. (I got my comeuppance though: two pregnancies, sick every day throughout for both). Anyway! Hook Van Holland. To set the scene, the captain informed us at the end of the trip that for the most part, we had been in a Force Ten. No sh** Sherlock. My abiding memory is not being able to go to the loo because the toilets, the toilet area, and all the corridors leading to them were full of people vomiting at whatever resting place they'd made it to. If anything was going to make me sick, it was the stench. Long story short, I swear there were two of us on the entire ship not being sick. I sat at the bar with the lone other guy (not open, no staff, think they were otherwise engaged) as everything not nailed down careered past us and back again. I remember little about him apart from him being a nice guy, and that we were more than a little smug about our superpower!
Keep up the great work! Your posts always make me smile :)
Love this Jackie, full of admiration for your composure. Maybe we could get together a few contributeurs for a collection of short stories’Hideous Boat Journeys I Have Known’?
Haha! Not to be read after a big meal…!
Absolutely brilliant storytelling as always Sue. Your writing is so descriptive, I love it. I travelled the highs seas with you but never left my seat 💖 So glad you made it to your destination eventually 😉🩵 🚢
Thanks Lou, love your cheerleading, wouldn’t be without you xx
I am sure I have woken up the next door neighbours by laughing out loud several times reading this - BRILLIANT! I was a courier for Townsend Thoreson when I was a student, taking coach loads of day trippers across the channel (mostly they just wanted to get to the hyper markets to buy booze). I had a spiel to deliver”…on your left is a statue of Louis Bleriot. Louis Bleriot was the first man to fly across the channel…” I always knew which coaches were going to be FUN coaches (Northerners generally much more up for a laugh than Southerners) but the most fun was to be had on the rough crossings as you described. I never puked once but couldn’t help but be tickled by pissed people falling over on the way to the toilets and hanging over the side of the boat trying not to be sick. Have you seen Triangle of Sadness? I don’t think I have ever laughed so much at a movie - put it on your to-watch list! (Without looking at the trailer) 💋loved this piece of writing SO MUCH ❤️
Jenny, that’s so funny. Who knew that was even a job! Don’t you wish video had been around then? I wish I’d taken photos of the chocolate bars sailing towards me in the milk. It didn’t occur to me until afterwards. Thanks for reading and sharing your experiences, I love to hear them! Xx
I know, it was a FABULOUS job in hindsight. Loads of mucking around. There are a few photos of me in my glamorous (!) uniform somewhere. If I ever find them, will send them. It was a brown suit, cream shirt and orange cravat!
The Jackson Brodie books are a mixed bag; I remember the first one, 'Case Histories', feeling much tighter and better-built than those that have come after.