The International Brigade Of The People's Republic of The Fridays has successfully boarded and is actively planning as we speak. Gordon is searching for alcohol. The Gurls have gone shopping. Dellzeqq and Self are guarding seats from The Lower Orders. Still sunny. We are at the pointy part of the boaty thing and have an excellent view of the sparkly sea. We are also close to a handy pack of paper bags so might nick some for sandwich bags in the week. They have Mal De Mer written in them, not sure what that means. Is it French for Sandwich Bag?