Swimming gentle laps of the pool, on a megaship steaming through the North Sea, while tables full of people too decrepit and/or obese to be allowed on a plane, look on, eating their burgers.
Peak civilisation or dystopian fantasy?
The oil platforms we’re cruising past, plus the amount of coughing and sneezing around me, reminding me I’m on what has been described as a floating petri disk, incline me towards the latter. All it needs is for us to sail past a boatload of desperate asylum seekers trying to make their way to England to complete the illusion.
On the other hand, I am enjoying myself…