What sought of ‘sight’ puts you off your breakfast?
A toilet bowl full of inner nastiness?
Seeing a person or animal in distress?
The football/cricket score?
How about seeing five ageing, fat, tattooed, skinheaded British offshore types flopped on deck loungers on the helideck, wearing nowt but skimpy shorts which have been rolled up into the groin to expose maximum flesh to the Egyptian morning sun.
Bleurghhh! Stomach turning for sure.
Let’s hope it rains soon.