Memories of overnight Liverpool-Belfast crossing drinking Guinness in bar with cronies, getting seasick halfway and staggering up on deck to puke over the side into the wind. Once dry it brushed off. Wasn't alone, it might even have been my puke.
Our geog master once drew a map of the different Ireland-Britain ferry routes and labelled them. His 5 was so sloppy that the Belfast-Liverpool route read 14 Smiles. Zero that trip.