How rough can the ferry passage from Hull to Rotterdam be in the autumn ( at the end of October )?

I must go down to the seas again. Oh must you Masefield, you egregious halfwit you? Well bugger off then, but don’t expect me to accompany you, thanks; I’m going to sit here as far inland as I can bloody well get before you start getting closer to the bloody coast on the other side, where things rarely bob up and down faster than arses in a Swedish porno and the only place that stinks of fish is the fish counter in Morrison’s, if you don’t mind.

Feckin’ fish-juice. It’s cold, it’s wet, it’s smelly and if you fall in it it tastes horrible and you can’t breathe. Sailors must be all be nuttier than a Holland & Barrett shop. I blame the EU. Ursaqua man der Lifeboats.

It didn’t stay like that for long. The sun went down, the waves went up. Something else that went up was everything I’d eaten for the previous twenty years by the feel of things. I swear at one point the bastard boat was going along on its side. It might have been port, I dunno, but then if it was port I think it decided it was a bit uncomfortable like that and flipped over on to its starboard or whatever the bloody nautical types call it.

What do you think about Matt Gatz as an attorney general?

Did this years ago.

At one point I’m sure it was on the water vertically. At one point I think it wasn’t actually on the water at all. Throughout all this mayhem I was trying to grab forty winks. Fat chance. I’d have been less tossed about, feeling less sicky, and most certainly much warmer, had I tried it in a tumble drier. At one point I believed that we were all going to meet our doom, and welcomed it, because then at least I wouldn’t have had to put up with that feckin’ boat any longer.

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Hello, I have a question about astral projection. I started to get interested in this a little while after my mum passed in april. I thought I may be able to see her and speak with her if I managed to achieve astral projection. Since this interest, every time i sleep on my back I go into sleep paralysis. However, I cant progress into astral projection because it is very scary for me as I feel like I'm suffocating when this happens. I panic and force myself to wake up. This only ever happened about once a year before this. It sometimes lasts a long time. This has happened about 3 times per week since my mum died, as mentioned on a previous post. I no longer try to go into it anymore(due to the suffocating feeling), but it still happens. I read that sleep paralysis is the pathway to astral projection. Why has this started to happen so frequently since simply taking an interest in it? Is this connected to the afterlife? I am concerned about it as I now cannot seem to stop this happening. Could it be my mum trying to communicate? Im asking due to more knowledge around this in this group.

It started out well. Nice little float about, chugging along.

“Thank you for sailing with us ladies and gentlemen, and apologies for a somewhat turbulent crossing last night” they said when it became clear that we had in fact survived and reached bloody Holland and not, as we’d assumed, the back yard of a whale’s house. Feckers didn’t even have the decency to sound as though they weren’t taking the piss. Turbulent crossing my arse. I think they’d had a dozen men on the deck all night battling a feckin’ Kraken, that’s what.