Ah good morning Sister Agnes. Nice to be up and about early dont you think. (I forgot to tell the crew that our female passengers are all Nun's Readers heh heh)

Was Marianne Faithful once a nun?
Is she aboard?
What cabin?

I thought that they were penguins, but you can't fool me!

I knew that they weren't penguins when they brought some of those skimpy red knicker thingys down here to dry. :quill:

Ah, the sea breeze, with just a wiff of sanctity. Just a touch of Port, and the same for the course.

Attention Sisters (tannoy message) This evening there will be a tasting of our special and exclusive beverages which are brewed and distilled aboard the golden dreamer.
Most have unique names too!
You are all welcome to come sample them. Thank you.

(I saw empty Gin Bottles coming out of portholes readers)

Ah, Sir William, what a good idea. We must make sure that they know about the explosive properties of some of them. I will devise a cunningly worded liability release for them to sign on some pretext or other, after the last time.

I have just put a little further northern touch to the course steered, blooming Brazil does stick out an awful lot.

No. He intimated that it was necessary to have only one. Silver service in the saloon is safe. I cannot, however, answer for what seem to be port drinking penguins (mind you, Guild Hall pf a day in March they can be seen in their legions).

Make them work their passage, have them run the laundry, they have great experience in this area.
Especially the Irish ones.

My workers do more than you do ES, sat there with the newspaper on your lap cleaning your glasses. At least, that is what I hope you are doing.

The nuns won't like me bashing the bishop.

Pugilism with the episcopacy is a very low blow.

I was once sharing a bath with a nun (don't ask !!) when I enquired " where's the soap" she replied "Yes, doesn't it" :wink:

Boys wear. Indeed they do. Steward, bring me another ……………….

A tour of the ship Sister... Why of course please follow me....
And this is my private owners suite. Water bed there. Office here Jacuzzi there.
Jacuzzi? why its heavenly sister. warm scented water, air bubbles to massage the skin most rejuvenating! Thats it, slip out of your habit, just leave it on the bed. I'll get us some relaxing music and drinkies and I will join you.

'Heavenly'!
That should appeal.

During my morning constitutional I was reading a chapter of the Good Book, the KJV, Ezekiel as it is the second week of the month of June. Chapter 25 gave me a touch of the collywobbles and said to me plain and simply, "Leave off the Sisters of Jesus".

Our female passengers are not some blousy barmaids from downtown Mackay or Townsville and I will treat them as ~I would the Owners wife. Decorum reigns down the oilers alleyway.

Jesus in the old testament? Mind you I didn't expect to find Buzi there either. Well, not without Snudge anyway.

you speak for yourself FJ. The one down here is all over me like a rash
Unwrapped she looks stunning too! must admit I was somewhat surprised to see she wore the webbing gear though.;

I always had a dream of being a nun but I just couldn't seem to get into the habit :p

Our passengers appear very knowledgeable, I escorted the Mother Superior to show her the shafting arrangement but she said she was very familiar with such activity and much preferred having the stuffing box opened for inspection and repacking. ;)

Always happy to oblige our guests we ensured the stuffing box was well filled to her complete satisfaction :thumb:

Always wishing to be of assistance I enquired if everything was to her satisfaction as she appeared to have gotten out of the wrong side of the bed this morning. She assured me everything was fine and why did I need to ask. I replied "you have Sir Williams boots on" Tank yew..I'm here all week.

I do Sir William and I am. When I am not catering for a rather austere group of passengers I bear the weight that Tom often carries; we are going to ease our course a little further to the North.

Porridge with salt for the nuns. Wholemeal bread and butter or jam (not both), one egg between three. Damn, we are making money hand over fist.

:applause:

" I bear the weight that Tom often carries ".

Arrange the following words into a well known phrase or saying:- Sh1t , bull .

ES, I have even looked at a chart! How can you say that.

Thub1lls? Another Indian chief?

I got BUSHTILL, must be something to do with the Engine room staff.

Stub Hill, well known smoking den.

Well, we are heading nearly due North now, I'm sure the equator is round here somewhere, sort of like a big rope, you'll feel the bump as we go over it.

There could be a strange looking bloke holding a trident, directing traffic.

Lord Varley?

It's quite steep here, isn't it?

we got FWD FJ. (four whirly drive)

The only weight carried aboard this fine vessel is around the Navigators midriff. We in the whirly-whirly department earn our crust by the sweat of our brow and are as thin and fit as a butchers greyhound.

As T says, Billy Bunter never pulled a nurse.

What? wot-wot (I hope this is the downstairs telephone). Shouldn't you be polishing something?

All injuneers knobs are highly polished at ALL times and in fully prime operational condition. :big_tongue:

I think the word you may have been intending was varlet :quill:

I prefer the first handle however this is the one actually attached. So:

Have at you! - damned denizens of the dark and polishers of pig iron.

(See you in the forward cocktail lounge when you knock off?)

It's not often you buy, so we will accept your kind invitation.
We really are as thin and fit as a butchers dog so Tab-Nabs won't be sufficient. T is very fond of a fork-supper, beef curry or chicken a la king generally pleases. The carpet can be a bit of a disaster area in the morning but the Piss-Pot-Jerkers always have it clean and sweet smelling for Smoko.

I feel a bit of a thirst coming on.

I'll have you know Pa taught me always to stand my round (even when it was from the pocket money he supplied). If you have not caught me in the chair then it was probably because you were stuffing your faces. Fork supper? You'll need a better excuse than dinner medals to avoid eating in the saloon, in rig of the day, properly laundered.

Can I have the Ulster Fry instead?

What you eat is between and the chief plastico's neatly tryped menu de jour. How you eat it is down to Sir W and your fellow orifices. Gum boots and birthday suits are strictly for the OSSP (Olympic sized sudgee pail) NOT for the saloon or smokeroom.

(You don't think the arseh...… Port state control will fine us for having a smokeroom do you. Prepare to dock their case and cartons).