Damn me if we don't have a second hand ship salesman in the house.

When we want to own one we'll bloody we'll let you know.

Me too BB.
Perhaps we should stay aboard and let ES cavort? :p

For God's sake don't encourage him :eek: It's the same every Twelfth of July, he runs amok with my Lambeg drums and with the drink in him he even scares me :chuckle:

Hold fast Sir William, don't jump ship just yet, the old tub just wouldn't be the same without you and in that I am unanimous.

I am unanimis too.

BB we need a steady (steadish) hand on the tiller and can run with the minimum of guidance. If you hand over to Lord V I'm sleeping on deck.
Are there any pallets in the holds, I need a few for a wee BBQ on next Monday evening, all are invited.

Lets head for Brest. ES and Tmac should be happy there.
The Blind Piper Pub is one of many Irish pubs in Brest. It's located in the block southwest of the Liberté square. They serve their Kilkenny fresh, with the expected Irish pub ambience.

Océanopolis, ☏ +33 298 34 40 40. This giant aquarium has 3 thematic pavilions (polar, tropical and temperate) that offers a discovery of the world's oceans. Located at the Moulin Blanc port. edit
1 Brest Castle (Château de Brest), ☏ +33 298 22 12 39. The houses the Navy Museum, which has a collection of craft models, paintings and sculptures. Château de Brest (Q2633625) on Wikidata Château de Brest on Wikipedia edit
The Tanguy Tower [1], located near the Recouvrance bridge, houses a permanent exhibition on the history of the town.
Art gallery, 24 rue Traverse. Phone: +33 298 00 87 96.
The Vallon du Stang Alar houses a famous botanic garden and greenhouses.
Ateliers des Capucins, 25 Rue de Pontaniou. Les Ateliers des Capucins is the biggest covered public square in Europe. (updated Jan 2022 | edit)
Should keep us busy looking around eh.

Billy you forgot the Musée d'Nipples on the Rue D'Cleevage. Tel +33 678 0102

A grand place to linger after a few in the Blind Beggar.

Noted ES. will ring when we get there.

Cut-outs! single up to a brest slipper.
Ring down stand by min engines.

fore and aft thrusters to port. Let go the slipper!
Stop thrusters. slow ahead both. Keep her in the middle quartermaster.

Full ahead both. revs for 20 knots.

Irish ambience?

(And if I sew on those extra two rings you, E-S, won't be bloody sleeping until bloody well tell you to and that goes for the rest of you. If you want cushy keep Sir W. If you want the old girl to make-a-da-profit with the field days that go with that then let him go)

I've doctored his passport so immigration won't let him off but he might manage it by presenting his discharge book if he brought it with him. I'll be in me workshop inventing the combined AIS/LRIT ankle tag.

Ah the old LRIT raises its ugly head again, even the LRIT people know fcuk nothing about it. Do educate us Master V.

we still have the older version down in the Brig. still got its Chain attached to the Iron ball.

Tmac used it beat the local Scouts at Conkers.

LRIT. A formerly straightforward application of Inmarsat C used to report one's position to one's managing kremlin entirely screwed up by IMO. IMHO 'conformance testing', when the application became mandatory and the report also submitted to vessel's flag state, centred around the cost of the airtime to which Flag would be committed and therefore obsessed with avoiding the unnecessary 'restarting' messages (which owners using the application with excellent service providers such as Purplefinder, had been swallowing for some years).

If I sound jaundiced it is because the industry that sprung up around it becoming mandatory was bent on sweeping all the morons available into their employment.

(However, if one did have a defaulting client one could - here I conjecture only you must understand - leave in place the DNID on their vessel's CSat when it leaves management. Then the defaulting client may be surprised should his vessel call at a port where the Admiralty Marshall's writ runs well to find her position has been reported to creditors on a daily basis. No one would ever, ever, do this though would they?)

AIS. A system that would have allowed Capt. Smith to view a suitably equipped vessel which might otherwise have been hidden by floating ice.

A concise and informative explanation. It is a rare gift you have Mr V.

I'll have you know my Electrical officer is man of many skilled talents.
any problems a knock on his cabin door with a bottle of vintage port and Mr Varley will fix it for you.

Tawny.

Whomsoever taketh only vintage hath given an hostage unto prosperity.

(After Bacon - Francis, not streaky)

Hmmmm...Tawny flavoured Bacon. now theres a thought. Must have a word with chief cook.

Wasn't dear old Nelson brought back to Blighty in a barrel of Tawney? He was indeed. Rather undignified but probably the only way in 1806. And in anyways I've a soft spot for the Admiral after all every year I'm invited to tuck into a Baron of Beef to celebrate him giving Boney a bloody nose. Hip - Hip.............

What is a Brest Slipper?
Ought we have one?
Did Captain Smollett have one?
Are they digital and can V fix them?
Are they sturdy bits of kit or can YM break them?
I have a vague feeling they can encourage smuttiness, I do hope so.
Please inform.

Sounds French to me..
or was it all Greek?

I think that was Spanish Brandy (he can't have had a square inch of varnish left on him by the time they got him out). I don't think Duncan would have entertained with port but his unfortunate junior intended to do so. The pipe of port he had cellared away for the celebration of the French defeat (another French defeat) has, not that long ago, been brought to the market. None if it was French except the musket ball, isn't the Greek stuff Ouzo?

The last rope to let go of. Its usually around amidships area, the bight is passed ashore, round a bollard and back to the ship. simply let the bight slip overboard then haul it back in and the ship is free to get under way. No need for a berthing master, stevadore or dockers.

Hence when "Spirits up" is piped the Rum Bosun dishes out a Tot of Nelsons Blood.

How terribly nautical. Sounds like a Bank Line wheez to save money. Do youse deck chaps still dip your hawsers?

Dip his hawser? Not a bit, he's a married man. Like Caruthers, nothing wrong with Sir William.

(And look how you've agitated the plasticos at the mention. I've had to take several in hand else it'll be sandwiches for dinner).

Tanoy: Brest fine on the Starboard bow! (no not that kind ES...the Port! Oh no here comes David now requesting a Bottle of Tawny)
Cut outs stand by for Docking. Pilot on his way out to meet us.

So that's what one calls a fine Breast. I always rather thought Matron's or Margaret Rutherford's as the templates.

Katie Price at the party
Had us all in fits
Diving off the mantlepiece
and bouncing on her ti*s

Ooooohhh Matron, more tea Vicar?

I suspect the Chief's got a package AC in his gaff, what with time to do doggerel instead of colouring in the log. The rest of us are dripping scrotally (or whichever ladybit is traditional for those differently equipped). I know the class approved plumbing is good for 45 degrees ambient but mine ain't. What about running up the AC for the rest of us?

Reminds me of the Master in Texaco, Captain McVicar, known to one and all as "More Tea"

AC in the stokehold would be nice.

If only we could get YM in the stokehold, the bugger spends every waking minute waltzing up and down the bridge wing with a camera slung around his neck.

That is the basic principal of refrigeration - remove heat from somewhere and it has to go somewhere else. Guess where?

Purely for medicinal purposes!
Just keeping up my Vitamin D level although I hope one day to get to fiddle about with that big brass thingy that says go and stop in the hope of giving ES something to do.
As for the camera we never seem to get close enough to the beach even with a perve lens so I content myself with passing vessels.
How goes the heat up there? 11° C down here.:p

You mean that global warming implies that a distant planet, linked to ours with some sort of thermodynamic Higgs Bison, is suffering from global cooling?

33 degrees in Dublin, highest recorded since weather station opened in 1887. Ireland not suffering from fires as we are lightly forested and fires tend to be bracken, shrubs and heathery things; note I'm not a great gardener.

The Insurance Corporation of Ireland using a risk analysis from the great fire of London decided to re-insure assets of Australian Telecom in the London market. Well bugger me if there was not terrible bush fires in 1985 which burnt down all the telegraph poles and the Irish Government had to bail the ICI out to the tune of a lot.
We all now pay an annual Insurance Levy to try to balance the books. So the poor old koala was not the only looser.

The A/C in my funnel suite is working perfectly, you sweaty lot are barred from even approaching the door otherwise I will turn the fire hose on each of you. If sweltering in the unexpected heat I would respectfully suggest open the porthole and stick the air scoop I kindly provided into the wind. Beware of heat exhaustion, which I know is a rarity for you deckie type persons. The first sign is the sweat runs down the shuck of your ars* (ask ES he will translate) be advised you are NOT melting merely discharging excess moisture via the stern orifice or should that be oriffi (must check with Varley the correct terminology from his lexicon) :smoking:

Be advised situation is normal in Norn Iron... its pissing with rain here as usual :really_mad:

I think only if one has more than one fundamental orifice (In this case I should use 'you' instead of 'one' as it's going to be yours where one will 'stick' the complimentary airscoop unless you take the bloody padlock off that compressor starter).

I'm not sure about your spelling of "Shuck", you have to be from North of Ahoghill to get the "ouch" sound right.
Anyways it is contiguous to the area where the Good Lord built a sewage works next to a pleasure park. Nowadays definitions are more loosely open to Mount Cnoc an Fhreiceadain interpretation.

Right lads. For those interested in the culture of Brest, A mini bus will be along side on the quay to take us on a guided tour. we will be taking in the museums, ancient churches and local bars along the way. Aquarium and botanical gardens well worth a visit they say. also a little bribery by me to the driver should get us to visit a Bar or three of particular interest to those who appreciate the beauty of local ladies.

Ouch.
Must be tablets available for that ???