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Trip to Rotterdam Part 1, Trip Over

By Glen McNamee | April 21, 2003

After Finishing work, Moffy picked us up and we head straight back to my house,
when we got there the future wife had kindly prepared us a couple of pizza, which
we eat. Dave then turned up as he was driving us down to hull; we first went to
Dave’s house to get the rest of the travellers who were Shaun, Dorgie, Chovi,
Scott and Hugill.

We arrived at Hull and parked in the car park then went straight down to the
arrivals lounge, were it looked like there were shooting a scene from a low
budget British movie, in which a wee girl ran to a pay phone, and was promptly
followed by a swearing adult who dragged her back. The scene finished and we
all gave round of applause.

After the usual banter and jokes with the lasses behind the counter (who incidentally
also thought Moffy’s Passport photo looks like a six year old kid) we went up
the what seemed link five thousand flights of stairs although probably was more
like six, to get to the boat. At the end of the long journey down the tunnel
two gentleman checking our boarding passes, and the proceed to gave us his standard
their "groups of lads" warning, which involves apparently being on
the next flight home if we are naughty boys (Great, free air travel).

The boat itself was a high quality. We went straight to our rooms; I was in
a four berth with Chovi, Dave and Moffy. We found out rooms, although this wasn’t
that easy as the room number were on the boarding pass and not the key card,
and the room was on the other side of the boat from the other lads, The next
problem we had with the room is that there was one bed and one seat that turned
into a bed, we could not find the other two beds, we thought we must have got
the wrong room until we found the buggers hiding in the ceiling. Happy with
our newly found beds we then shot our bags in the room and head straight for
the bar.

The bar was described itself as an Irish bar, I don’t know why, the bar staff
seemed to every nationality but Irish and I think the only thing Irish about
the it apart from the large signing say Irish bar, was the fact it sold Guinness
(Mmm, yummy)

We found a nice place in the bar and we all sat down, Unfortunately the bar
had no television and definitely no satellite television so we the only way
we could keep up the BORO v Newcastle match was Via the various WAP capable
Mobile phones that a few of us had. While we were mucking about with Moffy’s
phone we found some one within range for blue tooth so we sent him a picture.

While we had being chatting I noticed downstairs a few things had happened,
first the boat had set off and secondly some of the more sneaking members of
our groups and snuck off back to the cabins to get changed and come back again.
I was wearing my Boro top to show my support for the mighty Boro who of course
had now beaten the Barcode bottlers, so I too decided to sneak off back to the
cabin and get changed in to my black Calvin Kline t-shirt.

When I got back to the bar the group had decide to move downstairs to check
out the lower half of the bar, This part had a long bar at the back, a Stage
a Dance floor at the front and a large number lounge rooms tables and chairs
facing the stage. On the stage was the on ship entertainment and vocal group/dance
troop called Street Life (at least I think that what they were called, they
weren’t very memorable). They either mimed or sang out of tune, which was nice,
at least the ladies were something to look at.

The drinks of course were still flowing and I had pretty much stuck to the
Guinness so far during the night.

The lower bar also had a Casino behind the stage (obviously you has to go round
the stage and not over it) the casino had a roulette table and a couple of the
Blackjack tables. I’m not normally one for gambling but a fancied a go (this
may have had something to do with the Yellow cocktails Moffy has bought me and
the nice Asian croupiers) so I played black jack, I got £10 worth of chips
and started to play. Dave was also playing however when ever he was cursing
his luck or the cards he had just been dealt it seemed very much like he was
calling the cashier a bitch, which obviously the cashier did not like.

While at the blackjack table a nice young lad also from Boro who had obvious
had his first 15 pints of lager came over to flash his cash, apparently he had
loads of cash because he was Mark Hudson or Robbie Stockdale (Middlesbrough
Football Players) and he was sleeping with his sister (or something along those
lines he was very drunk and difficult to tell). A long while later my £10
was now down to £0.50 (thanks to one hand of 21 a got, which pays out
£1.50 plus the stake, etc) so I got the least friendly young Asian croupier
to cash me out for this tiny amount, this annoyed the croupier no end, which
was a great source of pleasure to me..

The ships entertainment and bar closed at one o’clock, so we headed back up
to the cabins, on our journey there we ran into the two gentleman who checked
our boarding passes, they approached us and asked if the young lad we met at
the blackjack table was with us, we of course told them no and continued on
with the feeling that the young gentleman was in for something special. We got
back to the cabins we took the drinking glasses from there and headed up to
the boat deck (the cold one on the outside the boat) to drink the spirits we
purchased earlier, after drinks were drunk and little tinkle on the piano which
was on the deck we returned to our rooms where Moffy had lapsed into a coma
and was snoring very loudly. The rest of us joined him at about three o’clock
in the morning.

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