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Sunday, 5 August 2012

Black tie. Dude up.


Despite looking like a Bond villain I am secretly rather pleased that a bow tie managed to smuggle itself on board. You have to embrace these experiences and the opportunity to dress-up, don't you?

Meet the captain for drinks, he is precousously young, handsome and successful; I instantly want to punch him in the face. But his crew look on in rapped awe and hang-on his every word, so clearly he can't be that bad? 

Improved meal. Liz particularly enjoyed her lobster mash potato.

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