The Captain talks.

And very eloquently he talks,too.When asked about his private life, he made no mention of a wife,but no doubt he has a partner.I cannot imagine a man like him-amusing,witty,charming,pleasant,with a kind handsome face in a cuddly sort of way-to live alone,unless it is out of choice.Still,the sea life must put intolerable pressure on any relationship.The lonely nights have no boundaries. Just to touch someone,to hear someone breathe,to wake up with someone to the singing of the birds...After the talk an uneventful lunch and at 14.00 Pete's Christmas,a pleasant little film, short and sweet,exactly as I like them.Yes,on board of the QV there is a film every afternoon in the Royal Court Theatre,this is the first time I have been to see a film,I have been so busy doing other things, or just doing nothing as is often the best thing to do. Every cabin gets Daily Programme the night before for the coming day.It contains interesting little snippets of information and wisdom,e.g."Dacia Seamount is an underwater mount where the depths of water fall from 7000 metres to just 77 metres".Oh,and I have looked up the name of the 2 opera singers who performed the other evening-The Opera Boys, what else!I very much hope to see them again.I would like to hear again a classical concert pianist Hiro Takenouchi, who performed on the Queen Mary last month, and a Polish performer Kuba, who plays various instruments,quite awe inspiring. Catch him if you can. After the film I walked one hour on a treadmill until I walked up sweat,quick shower, quick dinner and down into the internet room. The evenings are best for writing, even though quite often some inconsiderate people do come in and talk loudly as if there was no-one else in the room.They are mature, elderly and should know better. There is someone called Michael Grant playing tonight in the Theatre,the name means nothing to me and may give his concert a miss, but at 9.15 there is my favourite music in the Chart room-jazz. Musicians are masters in their own craft,the best there can be.The Chart room is a lovely massive sitting room,luxurious, light,with comfortable armchairs and sofas, little tables with fresh flowers. Next to it is Corinthia cafe.It gives me no pleasure to say that the worst service I have ever had on a ship was several days ago in the Corinthia.Waited almost 35 minutes to be served.It did not bother me, was reading.In the end had asked a female waitress if it was a waitress service or if we needed to go to the bar, she said - waitress. I said I would like cappuccino, but would not pay for the service, because the service was non-existent. The girl went to the counter and about five minutes later a male waiter appeared with a tray,I repeated what I had said earlier - that I would pay for the coffee but not the service. He said I would have to pay for both, as it was the way it came out of the till. I said no, thank you. He threw the tray on the table - you can have the coffee anyway. How utterly unacceptable.He should have smiled and said - so sorry, my apology, please have the coffee as our compliment. This unprofessional behaviour has no place on any ship.There will be a questionnaire before the end of the voyage every guest will be asked to fill.I have an axe to grind with Cunard and grind the axe I will.