I love ferries: I mean the larger ones - cross channel and such.

Such a lovely profound feeling of parking up whatever small vehicle you were in, opening the doors to echoed bleeps and the smell of petrol fumes, tiptoeing to the narrow staircase and ascending to, like a fucking weird rocking 80s shopping centre surrounded by blue sea.

You genuinely start getting excited about where you're going - you're stretching your legs properly and finding a free seat...maybe stocking up on fagsanbooz - There's the deck outside for a cold smoke...It feels like a place you'd never hang out in, but being stuck there makes that the more exciting....don't quite know why.

Anyway - Jugetme?