I really am over anything "Titanic" - in a big way.
My scepticism has hardened since the original disaster appears to have turned into some sort of historical entertainment curiosity, with little respect for the victims.
For example, I've been receiving invitations to attend a commemorative ball to enjoy supping on the last dinner served on the ill-fated liner - an Edwardian menu degustation, offering a dubious insight into what it must have been like to face the icy waters of the Atlantic with an overloaded gut.
After such fare I would find it difficult to swim in a shallow, heated Hawaiian pool, never mind in mid-ocean in darkness.
The original 10-course menu has been reduced to eight courses, suggesting our Edwardian forefathers were made of sterner stuff when it came to lining their stomachs for the evening.