Those Friday afternoon dances in the gym are really snazzy.

As a user, my feeling is that Wightlink has little interest in foot passengers.

[I]n the reign of Henry the Second, a body happening, by chance, to be dug up near Glastonbury Abbey, without any symptoms of putrefaction or decay, the Welch, the descendants of the Ancient Britons, tenacious of the dignity and reputation of that illustrious hero [King Arthur], vainly supposed it could be no other than the body of their justly-boasted Pen-Dragon; and that he had been immured in that sepulchre by the spells of some powerful and implacable inchanter.

This includes interpreters for many of the world’s languages and 50 dirndl-clad waitresses versed in the intricacies of serving at Munich Oktoberfests.