Entertainment was a bit of a mixed bag last night. In the theatre they had advertised a musician and comedian called Bayne Bacon. It’s my real name, he said, you couldn’t make up a name like that. He was a big man, from Texas, bald but with a luxuriant pony tail at the back. He told a couple of mildly-amusing jokes (George W Bush was stopped for speeding. Do you have any ID? asked the policeman. What about? asked George. Apparently a play on the way Texans pronounce idea.)
He then pounded the piano through a ten-minute medley of Andrew Lloyd Weber, told a couple more weak jokes, played a ferocious Beatles medley, gave us some words of wisdom (No matter how much money you have, the size of your funeral is mostly dependant on the weather.) The audience loved him, standing ovation and all. Ho hum!
There was another tired Aussie in the Lounge, doing impressions of Dean Martin, Jerry Lewis, Forrest Gump, etc. Again, the Americans thought he was brilliant. An impression of somebody who’s alive might have been worthwhile. By this time, we were just about ready for bed but hung on for the Evening Quiz – Lyrical Trivia. They played part of a song, showed three options for the next line, and scored accordingly. Harder than it looks; the winner got 26 out of 30, we weren’t close. Still, the most entertaining thing all evening.
The sea had been rough all day so we anticipated it would not get better overnight – and it didn’t! At one stage, I thought we had run over a submarine, but it was probably one of those free-floating containers you hear about. It wasn’t helped by a little incident at about midnight. We heard something fall, and then running footsteps. Our imagination filled in the gaps. However, we survived the night and are now docked in Hobart.
We went off to send home a parcel, have lunch at Mures and get a couple of bottles of Sauvignon Blanc. The ship only carries one NZ sav blanc, and they’ve run out. They won’t get the next shipment until Melbourne so we have obtained some emergency supplies to keep us going. It’s Italian Night in the Vivaldi Dining Room tonight and the menu looks terrific.
He then pounded the piano through a ten-minute medley of Andrew Lloyd Weber, told a couple more weak jokes, played a ferocious Beatles medley, gave us some words of wisdom (No matter how much money you have, the size of your funeral is mostly dependant on the weather.) The audience loved him, standing ovation and all. Ho hum!
There was another tired Aussie in the Lounge, doing impressions of Dean Martin, Jerry Lewis, Forrest Gump, etc. Again, the Americans thought he was brilliant. An impression of somebody who’s alive might have been worthwhile. By this time, we were just about ready for bed but hung on for the Evening Quiz – Lyrical Trivia. They played part of a song, showed three options for the next line, and scored accordingly. Harder than it looks; the winner got 26 out of 30, we weren’t close. Still, the most entertaining thing all evening.
The sea had been rough all day so we anticipated it would not get better overnight – and it didn’t! At one stage, I thought we had run over a submarine, but it was probably one of those free-floating containers you hear about. It wasn’t helped by a little incident at about midnight. We heard something fall, and then running footsteps. Our imagination filled in the gaps. However, we survived the night and are now docked in Hobart.
We went off to send home a parcel, have lunch at Mures and get a couple of bottles of Sauvignon Blanc. The ship only carries one NZ sav blanc, and they’ve run out. They won’t get the next shipment until Melbourne so we have obtained some emergency supplies to keep us going. It’s Italian Night in the Vivaldi Dining Room tonight and the menu looks terrific.
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