Despite no nautical family background
I was born with a total immunity to seasickness. This is rarely useful since I live 50 miles from the sea.

Still, back in the 1980s as a teenager I found myself on a Townsend Thoresen ferry (it may well have been the Herald Of Free Enterprise) on the Zeebrugge-Dover run one stormy night. My father paid for a last-minute cabin and retired there to be ill in private. I wandered the decks, literally bouncing from one side of the corridor to the other as the ship rolled, marvelling at the sick people lying on the floor in the public areas, even on the stairs.

Most of the washbasins in the bogs were clingfilmed to stop people using those that had already been blocked by diced carrot. The whole ship had the sweet tang of vomit.

Outside, it was like something from a film set, with foam, spray and howling wind. A small group of men were engaged in a chundering contest over the rail.

I went into the canteen and ordered a large sausage and chips. I think they had to fire up the cooker specially.
(rogerzilla, Fri 2 Nov 2012, 19:55, 1 reply)

I think I was on that ferry.....
.... I too ate the whole voyage, on the theory that whilst its going down, it ain't coming up.

I did alright, but going for a piss was disgusting as all the urinals had been puked in and when they clogged, people simply used the floor.
(Colonel Blink is now officially a pretentious prick, Sat 3 Nov 2012, 17:35, closed)