Day 1 (in the Big Brother accent)

Thank chirst that show is finishing, never understood why people want to sit there watching other people live their lives. Do you not have a life of your own to live??

Anyway.

Traffic on the way to Tidders and then Southampton was a major pain in the backside. Motorways were more like car parks.

But we did eventually arrive. Check in as usual was a smooth and painless process, unlike checking in at an airport, but don't get me started on all that.

So it was straight to the room, dump the bags, met our steward, Nitikorn, who is now Nicky. Then a drink at the back of the boat, then a mooch and then muster. I found out at muster that the pull for my light on the life jacket wasn't actually attached. Ho hum.

Then we grabbed some food, more drinks, then more food then more drink then bed. Very tired after the past week. Motion wise it hasn't been bad at all, a lot better than last year but then I don't think it could get much worse.

Now we are onto our first full day and it is that time where we get to see all the wonderful sights, like old woman sucking pizzas, I'll keep em peeled. We lost an hour last night which is never good so now we have to rush for breakfast as we slept in!!