Well at least with doing it in the oven black pudding need not be part of proper breakfast (Oh 'god', you can't put a whole one in the oven can you?).

Oven or frying-pan (We call it a Skillet in Antrim) , I never was a big fan of Black pudding. However I regard myself as a koni-sewer of white pudding or Putog Ban as its called on a £15 breakfast.
Varley get your Pinny on, sleeves rolled up, a net over your beard and get cooking. Yum.

I got a bit ofBlack Puddin' close to my mouth once, but my olfactory glands warned me of the culinary disaster headed my way resulting in instant rejection of the offering. I'm not a food woosie but I do have a red line.

When it comes to puddin', though, I found the old spotted dick with warm Lyle's Golden Syrup all over to make a satisfying dessert. :)

Las Palms, here we come!!!!!

Spotted dick with warm Lyle's Golden Syrup.


Were you in the nursery with Jacob Rees Mogg?

Elephants tool? We had it at school, syrup already dribbled over and with 'optional' custard but never at home (there suet was reserved for the snake and pigmy).

warm Lyle's Golden Syrup all over

Sorry, what were talking about? I just went all uneccessary.

Why can't Lyle warm his own syrup? point of information Quartermaster.... who the F*** is Lyle anyhoo? :quill:

FYI last time I had spotted dick Nursie put a poultice on it but wouldn't kiss it better :wink:

Many years ago an "oul hand" in Harland and Bluff warned me about sticking your pride and joy into the Golden Honeypot, he said I'd come to a sticky end :smoking:

My, you were an early developer and debauched in your veritable infancy. Having said that, I did spot mine in infancy and enjoyed it tremendously.

Hey !! Buddie !! You talking about Me ?? Huh ???

Could the Bridge Ornaments have our Broker fix us for a cargo to Silvertown, that would solve many of these conundrums.
Tmac and Lord V's swagger crumbles before a touch of conundrum.

I am afraid many things cause that. I have seen the difference between set and achieved speed fall out of limits before (Norvegia Team). There it was lack of governor oil. In my case it seems to be associated with being too well oiled but haven't quite got to the bottom of the problem yet.

just be comforted that there is no stable parallel running without droop, there's a conundrum..

Droop is the enemy of instability.
Brewers Droop is the enemy of infertility.

454gm, that must be almost a lb.

What about the Tate?

Harry can look after himself.

or even Fowlers Black Treacle...yes I remember that stuff.

Yeah! Then there was "syrup of figs" -- that should loosen up the conversation??

That depends upon the orifice usual to your spoken communications Tom.

Prunes! (loud flatulecent report off). Prunes help you breath more easily.

(I saw a patch on a scuba divers suit one day that said "Prunes ruin decompression")

Eh1 whassat?...Mr varley plays tunes through his prune.

enters Injun room singing "beans beans a wonderful fruit, the more you eat the more you toot"

We must be close to Las Palmas, has anyone been on the bridge lately.

Never have we been in greater need of a canary in the Injin room.

The additional atmospheric pollutants will soon be dispersed to the ozone layer by the turbo blower thingies. The RPM might increase significantly for a short burst though. Better hang on tight for the next few minutes.

The gas emitting from the injuneering crews orifice or should that be oriffi are stored in an aerosol can labeled SYB and used to cold start any recalcitrant machinery.

For those NOT a member of the Order of the Spanner = SYB stands for Start Ya Bastard :really_mad:

And more environmentally friendly than good ol' ether meths.

And not so addictive...….:hippy:

I thought all injuneers were engineer orificers.

I have always thought of a ship being like a Swan, we are the brains and the decorative stuff above water, then there is the machinery and those who we ask to run it.

Tom, care for a drink on the bridge? We seem to have anchored off the islands, so better keep an eye on stuff.

Tmac, I would love you to join us.

In oily matrimony is that?

Tmac, I would love you to join us.

Bollix.

Anchored off -- don't tell me the mothers here remember our last call (Even my 16 power binocs can't pick out a single daughter on the quay -- not even a married daughter)

Maybe later we can open the marina deck and sneak into town in Sir Williams twin turbo-charged launch?

Be careful what you wish for ---- after we dock at St. Petersburg to drop off our spy, I have tentatively arranged to pick up a full cargo of sugar beets from there for Silvertown. (There is also a lucrative cargo of top quality Vodka for the pubs in the East End. (On the QT of course!)

Don't forget your time in the stocks. If not for the fact that you had made them in the first place you'd still be there.

A fruity bean burst through? Bad luck. Trust you still have a clean boiler suit to put on.

:jester::jester::jester: Laugh? the tears ran down my legs !!

Evacuated via the external fart flap...us injuneers think of everything :yawn:

I wondered why Dartskipper was perched on the after mast cross trees and then I realised my Russian spy was "adult" sunbathing on the monkey island. A quick run up the ratlines, over the futtock shrouds to join him ---- what a lively sight to behold. Here Dartskipper -- :pint: I thought you might want to steady your nerves.

Hmmm....Methinks I will innocently nip up to Mnkey Island and check the compass up there. We do need to know that its working after all.....

Oh....errr excuse me Maam. Hate to disturb you but I need to check the compass up here. wont be long. just take a few bearings and I will be off.

Ok Maam all done. Carry on sunbathing.

(need to get a translation on that Tattoo she has. Looks like Japanese characters. I'll ask among the crew)

Aye aye Tom, many thanks. I seem to have a slight difficulty getting these binoculars to focus properly. They're ok when looking at the horizon, but anything close to and they seem to develop a little shaky double vision. When we dock I will nip ashore and find a service agent to check that there isn't a loose prism.

Why is there a queue past my cabin door, to the ladder to the Monkey Island? Some have been there twice (and onto the Monkey Island).

If some personnel don't come down from the upper-works, we may well have stability problems.

Oh! there's a loose prism alright.

Hit them with anything to hand that is firm and springy, that might help and I don't think anything will come off.

Prism? Have we fallen into a an Oscar Wilde farce? We'll have Madame Arcati doing the navigating by crystal balls next.

(At least then we'll be able to calibrate Tom).