With a cry of 'Six Up', the familiar routine began, but this time with a difference; the floor was moving! By now the ship was well out to sea, heading into a force eight gale, and consequently lurching about all over the place. It was difficult just to stand still, as Len was playing the introduction; the others were swaying and stumbling, until it was time to start the first figure.

The ship now appeared to object to the jumping about all over the floor, for she persistently tried to throw our heroes off their feet. They would begin with a foot up, all strung out in two lines, then suddenly concertina together as those at the back were thrown forward by the plunging deck.

Half gyps disintegrated as our heroes found themselves yards from where they had started, and heys were all but abandoned, as odds were flung into evens and vice versa.

Any dance featuring jumps was particularly hazardous, after leaping into the air from a reasonably level surface, on the way back down the floor would not only shift around, but also tilt to the right; then, on landing, it would tip forwards and to the left, flinging bodies in all directions.

Determined not to be defeated before such a vast audience, and having consumed the usual amount of beer, our heroes carried on. Their efforts were rewarded when, just as they were starting 'Leap Frog', the D.J. host arrived with the heartening news that he had bought everyone a beer, and that they were on the nearby table.

"Thanks very much, we'll just do this dance first", and off they went with renewed vigour. The actual leap frogs themselves were almost impossible to perform, for after leaping 'over' someone the leaper would land, instead of in front, back behind or even on top of the person they were leaping over, ... then suddenly the boat heeled over, and everybody landed in a heap on the floor, which went down particularly well with the audience, who seemed to think that all this falling about was intentional.