I will never forget boarding the early morning Calais Ferry, the Monday after the Herald of Free Enterprise disaster, to the strains of 'To France' over the Tannoy...
Taking on water, Sailing a restless sea From a memory, A fantasy. The wind carries Into white water, Far from the islands. Don't you know you're
*Never going to get to France.*Meanwhile the phrase I hate is 'going forward'. 4 ridiculous syllables to replace the far more accurate 3 in 'in future'