The Thing Is with Steve Canavan - August 11, 2016
The ferry trip was very different to my previous experience in the 1980s.
Back then, when I was a young nipper with my family, we sailed from Plymouth to France on a boat that had around 35 chairs for the 250 passengers on board and no amenities other than a vending machine containing Mars Bars and some crisps – plain – that had gone out of date the previous April. We were on the boat for eight hours and my lasting memory is of not being able to use any of the sinks in the toilet because each was full of vomit. It was a lovely trip.
But, by gum, ferries these days are very different.
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