Time was going '
on the boat' had a very specific meaning, involving rotating dance floors and unpleasant bouncers. Today it has a
different meaning. This evening my much better two thirds and I are off on the boat to Newcastle from where we will head to the Lakes, then back up to Scotland to see my sister before wrapping up, once again on Tyneside.
The boat is an odd experience. Once you realise that there's nothing on in the cinema and only one bar with a non-smoking area worth the name it's pretty obvious where you'll be spending the evening. The last two times we've made the trip the compere has been a rather over enthusiastic Swedish chap who ran one of those fairground style horserace/betting games, played the flute, and introduced both the expected cover band and the unexpected Bulgarian Magic and Dance troupe, who mixed tap dance with magic tricks. In one of the other bars there was a guitarist enthusiastically bashing out rock n roll covers. It's all a bit random the first time you see it, but, on the way back (for most travellers just a few days later), exactly the same.
The last time we went on the boat was almost two years ago, so I'll be interested to see who the entertainment is. One thing's for sure though, Jack the Pirate, childrens entertainer extraordinaire remains on the bill. He's a six foot tall parrot with an eyepatch, what's not to like?