Whilst attempting to get a pictorial reminder of what people are calling 'The last of the great liners', I happened to overhear a conversation going on between two well spoken, upper class 'Toff' types.
Imagine , if you will, Paul Whitehouse'sWhitehouse's charaBirkinRoley Birkin', he being the old sot who tells a tale with a final rejoinder that he was ' Very. very drunk'

The conversation went along these lines:
" Course the old girl didn't want to be here at all. Why else would she run herself aground on 'The Brambles'? Eh? Tell me that? Stands to reason, I mean the bloody ship's been coming up Southampton water for forty years, could do it blindfold.
Its like you and me after a bit of a 'do'. Wake up next morning in your own bed with a mouth like a badgers arse, not a clue as to how you got there. Second nature.
Same with 'The Queen'. Best pilots in the world here, five tugs and a Commodore who took the damned ship out on her first voyage and non of them could stop the old girl showing the old fighting spirit.
Dubai.bai-fucking-bai, what have they got to offer? Sand and bloody shopping, that's what. Should have had her here or up town. Could have had her as a memorial to the lads who died in the Falklands, but oh no the bloody money grabbing Cunard Yanks flogged her off to the highest bidder. BaDennypoos

Dennypoos.....................................He sees and he hears.
I don't know what the fuck is going on here but I won't be using the new editor again as this is the third time I've written this post and do not feel arsed to do it yet again, so this is as good as it's going to get. I'm sure you'll sort it out.