Good old Connie - the first Celebrity ship Alison and I ever went on and also the one where I proposed marriage to her 5 years ago. In case you're interested, I proposed in that circular tiled bit in the Ocean Liners Speciality Restaurant (sorry, my many USA friends, we have an extra I in the word), down on one knee with everyone watching. I can recommend the extra celebrity status it gives you in the elevators when men look at you and think, "you're a braver man than I" or possibly "you wimp" and their female partners look at you and think "I wish my husband was that romantic".
Anyway, I digress. We've been on Connie twice since and sadly noted a gradual degradation in all kinds of things. Certainly there are fewer staff these days - on our first cruise you couldn't walk into a corridor without a chain of room stewards wishing you good morning and opening doors for you. That first cruise we had a line of waiters in the Seaview Restaurant waiting to carry our trays to a table. No more melon carving in Seaview, either, tch! And so on.
It's easy to understand some of the cuts, though Celebrity's constant quest to work towards molecular-thin toilet paper eludes me, (the idea of that little luxury awaiting us makes coming home almost worthwhile) and you can be either disappointed or amazed by others.