*Pieces of Eight* no more shall be heard and Long John Varley shall have an empty shoulder. T max shall in time have an empty belly and serve him right the big gannet

Alas, poor parrot. Better than alas poor leckie (or so is his unanimous opinion).

(And you, Titanic man, are you implying I cannot get my knee over?)

Titanic Man, indeed.
As Corporal Jones would say, *Titanic Man*, I like it, I like it a lot Captain Varley.

Hmmmm. Sad state of affairs and poor progress. Lets see now. My four best men have crossed the bar, Mr varley is in sick bay. Tmac is under the plates with a new box of crayons. YM's up in the crows nest, ES has been drinking Diesel again, Cardboard cut outs and plastic stewards have become rather lethargic and Engineers Daughter has just got engaged. No news from the agent!

Cut outs single up to a slipper. ring down stand by,,, ECDIS programmed for Monaco, both radars set. Cut out on the wheel....Let go the breast line....slow ahead both...Revs for 15 knotts. Full away.
Sigh, life is not easy when you are not well. Iron mike is in charge up here so I am back to my bunk.

Tell me more about the Engineers Daughter. Miss or Ms Tmax ? I do hope her daddy keeps her away from his workplace.
I feel for the fiancée, having to go through the H&W QC protocols and hoping to be found 100A1.

What is a Slipper? its a new one to me.

A bit out of my depth in the Crows Nest BB. Sublime to the ridiculous one may say! :p

I saw the attached during a lunch cruise aboard the MV Mary Ann on the Murray at Echuca last week and thought it might be a useful addition to the GD.

Naturally, drinking only lemon squash, I soon realised that we haven't the crew to man it aboard the GD these days. There was also the risk of it coming with stowaways as there were a number of bikini clad ladies loitering nearby.

So I didn't buy it after all. :)

YM leave Mary Ann alone.

All day, all night, Mary Ann
Down by the seaside siftin' sand
All the little children love Mary Ann
Down by the seaside siftin' sand.

Oh Mary Ann, Oh, Mary Ann
Oh, won't you marry me?
We can have a bamboo hut
With brandy in the tea.
Lyrics from <a href="https://www.elyrics.net">eLyrics.net</a>

NOT Tmacs Daughter. Many moons ago this lovely lady was my engineering supervisor aboard here. Her Coast guard activities made impossible for her to stay aboard.

I thought CED was crew on the ‘old’ ship’.

Indeed CED was aboard the SN version. When we moved over to SH she declined due to work commitments. she had to travel around a lot.

I shipped out on GD and GD1 and never crossed paths with CED. Was he (or she) avoiding me or had the Mad Malc spogged her in the Lazarette?
Until I know better I am classifying all strangers as LGBTQ+, it makes it easier and I no longer have to hang around the Ladies Toilet.

Gawd he's on the diesel again..................... :pint:

Then maybe its good you didnt cross paths with her ES. She is a straight up lady with a right hook that could put any man down. Certainly NOT a lady to be messed with.

Trust me ES. You would NOT want to get on the wrong side of CED. She has a right hook thats put many a man down. ask Tmac! He had to behave when she was around.

I called her "Hitler in knickers" but only when she wasn't about. Rumour has it she was drummed out of the Gestapo for cruelty :jester:

sniffing the Tellus T15 again more like :big_tongue:

I only sniff Tellus T before a hydraulic lunch.

23.20 on Easter Monday and the Holiday is over.
Wasn't it a grand quiet, peaceful time without Varley whinging about bloody ligaments and hamstrings as if he played for Tranmere Rovers. I do hope Cristian Barnard sorts him out or I'll get the grommets taken out.

It was quiet because I was not whingeing. Not because I was on sick leave.

Grommets come out Wednesday although nursie availability may be off due covid.

Back in the forward line for Accrington Stanley :chuckle:.... who?... exaccccctly :smoking:

One would assume as you are a private patient Wallace will be performing the Grommit removal :hippy:

He had a trial with H&W Welders and failed. The mans a legend.

I was offered a taxpayer's knee some time before covid and stupidly procrastinated the acceptance until it was declined without further referral. Being at the back of the queue now means (by galleysat) something like a three year delay.

Mr. Kim pf Manchester Hip and Knee clinic did mine at the Spire Manchester assisted by his robot. Inconvenient to be distant from home and distant from operating team when home but so far is manageable.

Regret the welding team went to see Elfie before Christmas only to be told that neither of us was going to get a welding job although not all element of our restoration are to be scrapped. Perhaps I should have flashed the H&W card.

T! What are we going to do with him? H&W welders haven't struck an arc for many years, not since 1955 when Elpenor and Owerri were on the slips.

Well, we did better than that. In quantity anyway.

yes but did you fit Ice detectors and sluice valves like H&W did.

No. We got Lord Pirrie to mention their degree of irritation to his chaps in the Board of Trade and there was a re-interpretation of the Rules. Class will? Of course they will.

Hmmmm sounds more like a Masonic wink to me.

Billy shut up.
And roll your trouser leg down.

never been a left handed brick layer myself mind. But, have heard they do well.

I thought that was some kind of Manx sporran I saw someone wearing - maybe I was mistaken.

The Manx Sporran is traditionally worn when you marry your first cousin.

How would one wear such a thing untraditionally? (And, so I believe, there is some opposition to churching such a union - not that that stopped our Sophia and Samuel in 18-0-wayback).

So Hopalong Varley is up and running. Well perhaps not quite running but building up to it, by midsummer he will be smiting the puck mightily.

Dunno about that but he is smiting the Port well.

The poor man is a martyr to it.

Balls, Sir. Croquet is a stranger to pucks unless a challenge should be made at at sea (I wonder if that was ever done).

It is the port knee so I reckon Port forms a good part of the lubrificative programme for Mr. Kim's knee (I do not have proof of title, could it be that I only have it leasehold?)

What is on hold is the Cubans. Not returning to this bad habit until the likelihood of embolism is well passed. And before I am asked or barged out of my crutched path, no, that does not mean it is open season on my humidor.

A humidor for Silk Cut Purple?

Do you start a hockey match by telling the players to Puck Off?

Humidor is it, Ooooohhh posh, I keep mine in a rusty tin.

I prefer my smokes with, if one must share, with tobacco beetle rather than H&W plate weevil. But, each to his own (and what is mine own is mine own, and thine's is thine to make free with the biscuit tin culture).

How does one cut silk purple?

Silk cut? and heres me struggling to afford 10 Park Drive or Woodbine. (the factories that made them that is).
Anyone know where we are? I had the map thingy upside down. Reckon we should head off to somewhere before the old girl takes root here. even the cut outs are getting bored.
Anyone got a favourite port they would like to visit?