we have been known to be russian Dartskipper. Russion out of a port after a raucus run ashore...LOL

Certainly some of our drinking habits are rather Russian. Always scared that the stuff will evaporate before it is consumed.

you saying that reminds me. I still have a few cases of 150 proof Vodka in my liquer store.
Might be fun to mix some in a fruit punch or even in the tea urn heh heh heh

Float out in one hour lads. We have a mooring till we sail in Darling Harbour Tom. Couple of handy bars there I am told.

Tmac is looking for an industrial degreaser for the engineroom bilges and he wants considerable quantities. Do not give him any strong vodka as it will traverse his kidneys before reaching the bilges. I am already quite nauseous thinking about it.

Looks like I reported back for duty just in time. Darling Harbour is is sir!

Easy transfer there from the dry dock.. Ship inspection shows an excellent standard of work both on deck, around the hull and below.

I have alerted the local SS (Sydney Sheilas) where we're headed. They sound like a fun bunch as they beat the Roedean Girls in field hockey last year.

Time for a welcome back libation to clear the mind. :pint:

A welcome back libation sounds like an excellent idea.
Lets all gather in the PAX lounge. First round is on me.

ES young man if you paid more attention to your duties in the injun room you will know we already have an industrial de-greaser. His name is Tetrachloride Wallah and he spends his time licking all moving parts clean. Apparently when on shore leave his tongue is in much demand by the ladies of the parish :big_tongue:

First Christmas curry taken last night. 5 guests balked at having sprouts included but there is quite sufficient left for me to add those before the second fermentation.

(Guinness obviously maintained at minimum safe curry distance to avoid criticality).

I am not sure we should not simply sign on an extra sougee whallah. I understand Tetrachloride is now in a band.

Is there 4 of the buggers?

There may be four of them. As to their taste for brown sex, I know not.

(But should I catch a performance I will advise accordingly).

Weren't they previously the Carbonniers? Or was it the Bleach Buoys? Anyway, I did hear they were a fairly clean bunch, with an ethereal quality of atmosphere when performing in a large accumulation of the Great Unwashed. I also heard they were incapable of conducting any group of electrical instruments, eg guitars, melotrons, synthesisers or live junction boxes. (Or was jive luncheon boxes? This Russian solvent doesn't seem to be entirely suitable for human consumption.) :confused:

It's the finish of damson fruits and ripe greengages that fools the unwary. If it is distilled on the Eastern slopes of the Urals the yak manure can be ammonia heavy and lingering and the conny-sewer must add salt of which there is an abundance in Siberia. Remember the old school mnemonic; Acid plus Alkali gives Salt plus Water.

The Urals at school were very cold in the winter. Something to do with having a tiled concrete floor and walls. The graffiti was very educational though, especially the practical advice, for example, "If you are reading this up here, your shoes are now wet."

It's no use standing on the seat,
The Crabs in here can jump six feet.

It's no use shiting from the door
The crabs on there jump six feet more
Jump six feet well that's feck all
In the injun room they're six feet tall. :eek:

Would all visitors to the injun room heads please do not throw their used matches down the pot, the crabs there can pole vault.:jester:

Some senior prefect had written on the bottom of the inside of a cubicle door;

Beware Limbo dancers...…….

DS. I don't know, old man, it sounds as if you were short a ceiling. Perhaps also proof against that prefect whose message may have been a subterfuge.

Next one to pour a message down to the control room should add some Keatings powder between each bottle.

More graffiti: ----- Don't throw your fag ends in the urals, it makes them wet and soggy, and hard to light! :bounce:

Welcome aboard, girls. -- Nice touch - skirts short enough to show a little creamy thigh above the black stocking tops. As a safety precaution would you please check all your hockey sticks and other weapons with the master-at-arms at the head of the gangway?

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I( rode home on the Brighton Belle once after a session in London. Had an urgent call of nature and found the same guy had beern there before me. he had written across the bottom of the door "you are now shitting at 45 degrees at a speed of 60 mph.

Well hello girls, welcome aboard, Please follow me to the lounge, I have a nice fruit punch as a welcoming drink for you all.
Oh hello sweetie (not you Mr V). would you like to see my owners suite?

Oh, Sir W! And I had this little cocktail number of Ma's taken out special, like.

OOooohh!

I won't stand up just now.

I think the girls are up to a limbo competition -- they're too high class for the heads, but Farmer John can bring a pike pole into the PAX lounge as a bar. In all fairness, we should take turns sitting "downstream" from the bar to judge that the bar was actually cleared.

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