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Feck sake !!!! just back aboard from the annual bottom scrape and shaft stuffing and what do I find? the bloody injun room is a shambles, Squeek and Eric nissed as pewts comatose in the pump room. Turbines run down, steam leaks everywhere and ES conspicuous by his absence pinning a note on the bulkhead " feck this for a game of soldiers, I'm off to the pub" Even Lord Varley appears to have abandoned ship for a sojourn as DJ on Manx Radio, gives "moonlighting" a whole new dimension.
Doubtless our sainted owner Sir William may be found in the nearest shoreside hostelry sipping Guinness with a spoon while bemoaning the vagaries of life and having such a motley crew.
I can see that copious arse kicking is in order starting with the injun room crew, pass me my H&W shit kicker boots retribution is nigh.
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Oul scabby knuckles 
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Anything God didn't create was made by engineers.
I try so hard to make things idiot proof but they keep making better idiots 
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