So here we are on the HSS Stena blogging at sea courtesy of the Club Lounge connection-slightly slower than dial up and erratic-but it is blogging at sea, a first for Huttonian, and probably a last. We failed to get our usual sea view from the front row as we were left well behind in the mad rush from the car deck to the lounge-no way past a posse of Coleraine Builders emerging from their black Beamers, line abreast and humming the Sash. Anyhow it is very murky outside and the view will be better observed through a glass lightly-cold Chablis*-compliments of Stena.
So it is not all bad.
One of the Builders has asked the waitress where he can smoke. No Smoking Policy he was told. But surely on that wee bit of open deck beside the Truckers Lounge? Not even there. After a few minutes of muttering, swearing and twitching he headed for the deck.
Not to smoke, probaly. But
To throw himself off.
(* Chardonnay, actually. Blog-ed)
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