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.