Deal or No deal

Liz has a previously unfulfilled ambition to appear on Deal or No Deal. Who knew? So we wander to one of the ballrooms to see if she can be selected to play the ships own version and touch the hem of Noel's garment. Sadly (or not sadly depending in your viewpoint) Noel Edmonds is unable to make it to the Oriona tonight and his stand in is a flushed faced ginger man-boy from Bolton called Daz. Although he is neither handsome or apparently successful I want to punch him in the face also, I blame this previously unseen aggression on the bow tie.

Sadly she is not selected to play but is appointed a pilgrim entitled to hold a red box, it all looks very authentic. Sadly P&O can't stretch to £250,000, offering £250 of onboard credit instead. Obviously this box went in the first round, the next hour brings the torturously slow opening of twenty further identical red boxes. I was urging Malc (retired police officer from Blackpool) to accept the first offer of £10 and a packet of Cheese & Onion crisps.

Liz held box four containing 50p, she was saved for the second to last round, Malc clearly had a bit of an eye for the younger ladies. She held her own with Daz appearing smiley and confident, dealing with his jibes about being an RE teacher effectively. 

At least she's appeared on Deal or No Deal (of a fashion); we resolve to be more selective in our post-meal entertainment from now on.

It's horse racing tomorrow night ! Horse racing, that would at least explain the smell.