Sunday 9th August 2015 - Beat Ship

Beatship was an emotional rollercoaster. I nearly cried with excitement when I saw the massive inflatable swan in the party pool. But then nearly cried again when I saw how cramped it was. It took about 10 hours to get a drink too. Not because it was busy, but just because the bar staff thought it would be more fun to totally ignore everyone who was waiting.

The saviour of the evening was accidentally printing my ticket off on A3 paper. The manager walked past check-in just as I was unfolding it, thought it was hilarious and bumped me and my pal up to VIP. So whilst all the paupers were queuing for food, we got waiter service on the top deck. In addition, we were able to avoid the grimy pool and float around in private hot tubs, sipping on half-full bottles of discarded champers.

So there are two conclusions to be drawn today:

1) Don’t go to Beatship.

2) Print out tickets for every event on A3