Going to stock up on cheap wine and beer.
Buy crates of the stuff to bring back here.
Day trip to travel by coach to Dover.
To cross over.
Rules are spend all your money and have a good time.
Winter gale whipping up. Hardly going to be sublime !
Gimbals jiggling to keep the course and compass true.
As the steamer lurches through white breakers and a sea of gray blue.
Hardly atmospheric for passengers aboard the Comet.
Swimming on decks of sloshing, spilled drinks, food and vomit.
Thinking ! Oh God ! Let me die !
The thought of having to return back to Blighty. Oh why oh why?
18/12/2019
Roger P. Read
Seaford.
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