12.4.1976.Odyssey

The Odyssey stars here. Arriving late, got lumbered with “Rich” on the coach to Southampton. The journey passed without incident, dreams about getting off with a French bird did not seem to last long – as do most dreams not rooted in reality.

Became determined not to be one of those many who take their own bit of Yorkshire (or as applicable) to France. I am going to make the effort to speak French (or rather the effort is to speak to French people).

After a few formal difficulties were overcome we were aboard the ferry and in the bar (after a two hour pub crawl round Southampton). By the end of the evening (or rather 1.45am) I had drunk a pint and nine shorts...suspicious? Yes! I am damn sure they were not 70%, more like 45% - if I’d have drunk that in Brid – witness the night after the O level results!! I felt as sober as a judge, but a bit rough the next morning (or rather five hours later). Breakfast, then on to Blois.