Introducing... BJ!

Quote of the day: “The standard of dress on this ship is simply appalling. The Australians how no idea how to dress properly. And the New Zealanders are even worse.” Lady from the USA.

Today I’d like to introduce BJ. He’s the baby Barbary ape who attached himself to us on Gibraltar for the exorbitant sum of $5 (yes, he’s bloody ugly, and looks nothing like the real thing, but what do you expect for that price, and made in China?). Now as you may already know, JB is deserting me at Southampton, doing one of her whistle stop tours around friends in Europe, and then belting back to NZ to party up large before I get back… So BJ is my new travel companion for the rest of the trip. JB is not that thrilled at being replaced by an ape, but then whose idea was it to go AWOL?

Those more astute readers will have noticed that “BJ” is the reverse of “JB”. And that is no accident, as he is, in fact, quite the reverse of JB: he’s male, single, totally lacking in motivation, says nothing of consequence, and has the intelligence of, well, a Barbary ape…However, I do plan to educate him over the next few days, and I’m sure he’ll be putting his oar in on the blog before you can say “pissed as a fart in Dublin”. Which is where we’ll be on Friday… So watch this space…

Today was another sea day. Also the final formal night for this sector. I’ve put up the formal photo of us both for those who doubted we ever get out of jeans and T-shirts… we overindulged a little this evening – double desert – but what can you do when there’s Baked Alaska on the menu???