The journey started well, Mark and Tim left to meet Steve at the petrol station. Unfortunately when he rocked up his luggage was already falling off, probably because he brought his bungee straps from pound land and they looked more like elastic bands!
After bodging it back together we headed towards Portsmouth on a typical English summer's day. That's right, it pissed it down.
After a couple of hours we were soaked through but pretty close to the port, Tim however, needed the loo so he took the lead and tried to find somewhere to stop. Obviously the best place to find a toilet is a local council estate of which we went to several of. After a while he found a wall and ran around the corner only to find a giant Tesco. Problem solved.
After a quick KFC (Steve's first ever) we boarded the ferry. Steve managed to get his bag run over whilst unloading so we hurried off deck to the luxury accommodation.
As it happens, shoe boxes are slightly larger than ferry cabins. It's so small that we had to take it in turns going in there. Luckily we needed beers so we went on a pub crawl around the boat. We would have stayed in the main bar except there was a husband and wife entertainment squad on the stage. This however was nothing compared to the white James Brown tribute act that came on later. We ended up in the yaught club after we'd found Tim again who got lost every time he went somewhere on his own.
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