8pm: I am sitting in a little hole with a door and a really noisy toilet on the P+O ferry 'Pride of Hull'. I will not complaint because it is cheap!

An interesting journey up, almost ran out of fuel on the M180 and then got lost trying to follow my eye to the Humber Bridge.

This ship is huge. There are 2 cinemas, a disco, a casino, but I have yet to clock a lifeboat. Personally I would prefer a really boring crossing with lots of lifeboats.

Bye bye UK .

10:30pm (now West European time) I have tried to hack every wi-fi network but my only chance appears to be putting on a suit and joining the nobs in the first class lounge. And guess what... All the bloody lifeboats (four)are next to the first class, sorry business class, lounge. I'm having a lot of Titanic feelings here and they arn't big!

I watched Spurn Head disappear into the mist behind us. It was a bit emotional. I must warn you that I may become a bit emotional at times over the next month.

The bog really hasn't shut up. It worries me. A flood up here on the 10th deck could 'Herald of Free Enterprise' this baby over like a tombola with an elephant turd concealed within.

I am also worried that Betty down on deck 7 might get all emotional and fall over onto the very expensive looking BMW GS1200 she is parked next to. That's Adventure biking for you!

11.30 We have now hit big waves. Ohh ey. Hells Angels think I am cool and will offer assistance to me throughout the Netherlands. Am I a very honky brother or what? They were very happy at my short guide of '.UK warm beers, what is good, and what is shite.' Note this travelling Brits!