Guin-ea pig?

Dream it, dream it... Let me catch you, yeah you who dreamt of curtains of icy cold rain draping a drab, hopeless, damp Dublin precisely at the moment when I exited the Repair Factory to get on my bike.
I've got something brewing for you. Karma it's called. Actually, can you hear that ring tone? It's karma on the phone. For you. 
How do you fancy a cruise for all eternity? Around the Black Sea. On board a classic CalMac ferry, with vintage vomit dried up under the stairs, in the company of 1,200 teetotaller vegan accounts receivable supervisors on HRT? How do you fancy that, Dreamer?