Yes, that's right, I said Mirrorball Boat. I was greeted by the marvellous maritime monstrosity when I walked out of my flat this morning:

I like how the Mirrorball Boat reflected me back into the top photo all Picasso-like...sorry, that wasn't elegant, or eloquent, but I am momentarily stunned by the tacky gorgessity of the Mirrorball Boat.

I am picturing the skipper in a John Travolta/Saturday Night Fever suit (except with white captain's hat perched on top of bouffant).

Other Mirrorball Boat quandaries:

How much Windex do you think they need to keep it clean?

Do budgies ram into it, mesmerized by their own reflection?

Does it get quite warm on the Mirrorball Boat on a sunny day?

Are symptoms of seasickness aggravated by the 1,000,000 reflections of bobbing horizon reflected in the Mirrorball Boat?