Walking the plonk at the Oz Bus Pirate Party

Trip Start Mar 21, 2010
Trip End Mar 21, 2011

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The Diamond Princess Cruise Liner

Flag of Japan  , Saga,
Monday, May 17, 2010

THERE really was only one contender for the highlight of the cruise.

The towel folding demonstration was simply amazing.

I jest, of course.

I imagine the Pirate Party we threw to celebrate Marlo's 28th birthday will go down in nautical history as one of the craziest nights the Diamond Princess has witnessed for several years.

We seemed to have been planning it since we left London and as we crossed the continents and countries, most of us had picked up a few clothes and accessories to wear for the evening.

You will remember, I bartered for a skull and crossbones belt in Beijing and picked up a rather tight blue and white shirt in Quingdao.

Add to that some fantastic wooden swords we managed to smuggle on board, a pair of earrings which Corrie’s Bet Lynch would have been proud of and a seriously dodgy beard I had crafted after a week of not shaving, I was just about ready to shiver my timbers up at the Skywalker Lounge.

Sadly, I had left a couple of great skull bandanas in the bar in South Korea where I also appear to have left my memory.

But there was still one crucial pirate accessory missing – a parrot. I had been looking high and low for days, in toy shops and markets across Russia and China.

And where did I finally manage to secure one? Right there in the ship’s shop.

He’s an absolute beauty and I named him Roger – after my dear dad, a cabin boy and a jolly flag.

Thanks to a couple of safety pins, Roger remained perched on my shoulder all evening and proved highly popular not only with my fellow partygoers, but with everyone else we ran into during the night.

Everyone looked fabulous as we met for an early evening rum (well, a glass of Sauvignon Blanc in my case, having attended a wine tasting session earlier in the week. Yes, really. I now know stuff about wine. Can you believe it?) in the Calypso bar.

Birthday boy Marlo looked mighty fine in his blue and white shirt, while Rob sported a fabulously camp skulls and crossbones hat.

The Chief was trying to persuade everyone that his toy squid was really a parrot and Duncan looked just like Bob Hoskins' Smee from Hook as he paraded around with a pair of pants on his head and a fist full of pirate rings.

Dave had possibly the pinkest bandana I've ever seen and Fran went for the black pirate boots and red scarf number.

Phebes was wearing a striking spotted Betty Boop on the Love Boat dress while the rest of the crew sported brightly coloured bandanas and scarves to complete the pirate picture.

As our party night was a formal evening on board, where you needed to dress up in a suit or gown to go into the fine dining rooms, the Horizon Court buffet area was pretty quiet as we sat down to a pre-party dinner.

Although, we did appear to cause a bit of a stir with those passengers who passed through with many giving us a double take and a few screaming "Ha har" in a piratey sort of way.

And a steward was rather concerned at the size of my sword as I passed him by the salad bar.

Dinner over, we it was up to Skywalkers for a night of drink and dance with the birthday boy.

Throughout the week, we had all been inviting fellow passengers to the bash and Phebes had produced some fabulous tickets to hand out, complete with skull and crossbones on the back.

Several non Oz Busers turned up to walk the plank with us although we were a bit sorry that Captain Bob didn’t make an appearance. Maybe his ticket got lost in the post.

I’ll let the pictures tell the story but needless to say, the following day was pretty much a write-off and not for the first (and certainly not the last), some of the partygoers needed a little help into their bunks that night.
Good job then that the day was repeated Groundhog-Day style as we crossed the international date line.

Problem is that meant the hangovers lasted for 48 hours!

Apologies for putting three entries up in one day but I have finally got caught up – that is apart from the first night in Anchorage, which was a belter!

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Pat (Ozbus 7) on

The party looked like it was great fun!

It was a treat to read 3 of your blogs in one go. You are such a funny guy!

Emma on

Ha ha ha. Your posts are so funny. Loving reading about your adventures. (The ship sounds like my kind of hell though!) Glad you are back on dry land

Rippers on

Mate, with that pirate you should defo be invited to become an honorary Gashead. Rovers tried to break the world record for most pirates gathered in one place on last day of the season against Norwich but sadly missed out. Don't know what the criteria was, but the record was something like 1,300. Sounded fun.
By the way, are you missing any of your party? Looks like Rob might have eaten one of them!

John C. Ozbus2 on

Makes me wish I'd passed my bus test and become the driver for your trip.....
Best Wishes. John C.

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