004: The Eyebrow Lady

Back in the seventies I worked on the mainland and commuted home each evening to the Isle of Wight. This was long before the catamarans arrived, when the crossing was still made by ferry. One evening, at about eight o'clock, I boarded the boat at Portsmouth and decided that what I really needed was a cup of tea. I headed down to the buffet at the bow of the ship, only to be met by a particularly…