I'll bet on that thin Girl. The one I was just with would have a job getting her bow fensers under the bar.

I think I just had my picture taken?? :)

Lucky you Tom...

Your picture took.
No Empire grammar on my ship.

I don't think that majorly improper (Oh shit! the Hibernian vernacular is catching)

Tom, I think that was a wide angle lens, we will all be included.

What the hell was that flash? don't tell me the breakers have tripped again :(

Hmmmm power seems to be steady, oh I know what it was Sir Billy was welding his wallet closed :jester:

No, One of the girls had steel toe caps. Welded one to each bed post...LOL

Well I hope you earthed her properly before inserting your rod. Can't be too careful these days and anyhoo I taught you better than that. :thumb:

Yes he welded it closed when he heard you were coming back. As such I regard it as a slur on your character and you should invite him to the poop deck at dawn to give him a bloody good thrashing.

No worries, mate -- most of the kids nowadays would probably say "tooken" :(

remember "Fife Robertson"?
Now here we are aboard a ship called the Golden Dreamer and it seems to me its a wee bit deserted right now...... LOL

As Fyfe Robertson would have said, "Can we no hay a wee lie in wonst in a wee while", and lets have less of your sober good humour.

"reculer pour mieux sauter".

Best done quietly.

On reflection, this statement needs closer examination.

"cul" is the French for Arse. Approximately.
"sauter" is to fry, approximately.
"mieux" is an old brewery, approximately.
"pour" is self explanatory.

So, to translate, your bum again, fried in a marinade of old beer.

Strange people, the French.

One can, I suppose, be an arse approximately but an arse itself surely is an absolute. I take it that an approximate brewery is one that brews lager, otherwise approximately beer (in the same way as Proxima Centauri is a short spacewalk away).

Speaking of arses as we frequently appear to do so I must make an appointment to see the MO about my arse, I have just discovered a hole in mine. :yawn:

I overheard Squeek in the duty mess saying that it would probably turn out to be an elbow.

Does Squeek have an elbow?

Possibly not, I heard he was 'armless.

Tmac has been shot in the arse with a rusty bullet. I'm not giving first aid, especially the kiss of life.

Enough of this Tom foolery -- Will set sail tomorrow and head up to Newcastle (the warmer one down under) and see if we can coax Red 17 back on board. If not we can always sell them some coal from the excess supply we have for the stone fireplace in the occifer's lounge. Heading there right now for the pre-sailing tomorrow drink(s) :pint:

Oh! Oh! I see Farmer John left his red net stockings hung up there for Santa for fill up with goodies! That really worked as there's a pair of SS (Sydney Sheila's) gams in them with the SS still attached. :ponytail:

I really miss Red 17, she was a kindred spirit; cultured, sensitive, caring and struggling to cope with some of the members of the Institute of Maritime Bullshitters on board.
When she returns her and myself will form a formidable team and keep the dinosaurs at bay.

They do say opposites attract.

Its magnetism my noble Lord. Your lectrickery used to be based upon it. Do you remember Flemings Left and Right hand rule?
Or was that Kirchoff?