Bit like Mablethorpe and Sutton on Sea then. They are both Gods waiting rooms.

Scarbados, Mablethorpe and Sutton on Sea, all terribly twee. I am currently residing in the green, leafy suburbs of South County Dublin where we are free to behave disgracefully. And often do. Perhaps retired seafarers are a different breed to retired Bank Clerks and sweet shop owners.
Yo-Ho Ho-and a bottle of rum.

Eyup ES, how do we know that E T comes from Dublin.....He just looks like he does.

Thank you kind sir but what are you after? being complimentary won't change my mind, your Christmas leave is still cancelled :big_tongue:

HAH!!!! you think those are bad, obviously you have never been to Larne on a wet night :shock::shock:

Once ES has had a perv round gwenap we can have a look around william wilberforce's house followed by a skeg round Boyes and chips at Bob Carvers, i know you all cant wait.

Mr Wilberforce holds no fear for me, I studied under his benevolent gaze for many years, and never failed an exam. He was a force for good.
Not sure about Mr Carver but you will arrange the Gainsborough to open for a Gala Evening.

Scarbados ... Home of the beautiful "Plaxton" coach bodies. Drove many of them over the years.
Always loved the Plaxton bodied coaches. If you had one on a Leylnd Leopard or AEC chassis you were King of the road back in the day.

Billyboy twinned with Wallace Arnold?
Say it ain't so Billy.

Gainsbrough my mum used to take me on a Friday, see through plates and a shell for a ash tray.....And another thing DO NOT send that Mrs Brown crap over to us to watch on Christmas day let the sweary bastard stay in Dublin he needs to crawl back into the bog he came out of, along with his fecking family. It took us 50 years to get shut of Harry Wogan and All Dooligon. And never forget that Hull gave the world David Whitfield.

And look where that took us! Come back, Josef Locke, all is forgiven.

Eyup Alick, when we were kids we used to ring Davids front door bell, then run like hell it used to play Cara Mia he must of got fed up of us kids doing that as he took it out and put up a set of iron gates with the music notes of Cara Mia on it, if we went Christmas caroling to his house he would let you in and watch you sing in his hallway.

Did you know that famous Hessle Road boy, the late great Joe Longthorne?
Yes, I know he hopped over to the red rose side, but he was born in Hull.

My g gran knew him, he was a gypsy, and so was my g gran. he moved out to Blackpool.

Somehow I thought that there may be link, however tenuous.

Gran watched him grow up and used to watch him sing in Granada club down Anlaby rd, she thought he was great but he was soon snapped up and sang around the world.

Are we clear of the bay? Here locked down in Saloon as requested but duty no longer necessary and would like a breath of air and a chance to discard an emptied bottle or two.

("Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?" You may well ask. Suggest decide the answer before setting fox to guard the hens!)

Keep your filthy French quotes to yourself Mein Herr.

come on up Mr Varley. Cork fine on the Port bow. (bottle over Starboard bow).

Aye, aye Sir W.

Bloody good shot that. Provided it was empty!

Eyup Varley was it you who tied old git to the mast?

Dammit how did you get him up there?

Experience has shown that the first person to question a 'rumour' is often the culprit trying to lay off the blame.

That AB sitting atop the mast has tears in his eyes, I removed the button cap yesterday. :shock::jester:

Awwww I love a filthy French quote, mon brave. As old Adolf said "is Paris burning?"

As an oul shipmate once said to me, in a moment of lucidity,
"If at first you don't succeed, destroy all evidence that you tried".

On this site you need to speak English "lucidity" dont forget there are people from Yorkshire that are reading this.

That’s right, change the subject. It wuz yow what dun it weren’t it, ar kid?
I used to work as a Black Country interpreter, so broad Yorkshire is no problem.

At last, someone who can talk genuine Eddie Waring. "Hulking Stan Rovers" had one of their floodlights in my garden when I lived in Aberdeen Street.
And in anyways you're not an interpreter unless you have a grasp of East Antrim "Ullans", and if you fail our dictionary viva you'll get a good kick up the keech box. So you will.

Does that include talking what falls out of the back of horses?

A talking horse?
Mr Ed shirley.

Why you call Rusty ‘Shirley’?

cos i cant spell

N,no, I don't claim to be fully Poly-lingual.
Even though I worked for James Scott for a short while in the 60s, my comprehension of Glaswegian is now quite rusty and needs a bit of help.
But, I need ear defenders for Scouse and when it comes to Strabane, modern technical aids are required to attenuate both pitch and speed before I can even make out actual words.

Ull has just had plans passed for a new cruise terminal so when you arrive i will take you for a tour of the pubs down umber st, and show you dead bod. (Google it) its a work of art by a trawlerman.

Does that Chris Packham chappie know about the Dead bod?
You know what he's like about anything that wildlife might find upsetting.

You have never been to ull until buy a dead bod t shirt. Pongo fixed its broken wing with a lolly stick and then it all went wrong big time, you will be recognised all round the world with a dead bod t shirt that you have been to ull, read it it's a great story. it is on google

Last time I was in Hull was 1983 doing FAT's on two Fresh Water Generators, all this t-shirt malarkey is new to me.

Ican see that you need to keep up with what is going on in this world, next time you are in Hull i will take you down Hedon rd so that you can see our prison i hear it is full of Dubliners and posh blokes from IOM, some of them you will have met. Are you buying a dead bot t shirt? Pongo has now passed away but you can see the original artwork down Humber st, rgds rustytrawler....I know that there are lots of XXXL t shirts left so you will not be disappointed.......RIP SHANE MACGOWAN

Never rated that Rod Hull bloke and his bloody Albatross, wouldn't have lasted 5 minutes in Harland and Bluff, those feral cats would have torn it a new arse.

Rumour has it ES is selling T shirts with Malarky's face on them, only snag is who the feck is this Malarky bloke and what the hell is he doing in my injun room?

Apparently there is someone described as an 'Actor' called Michael Malarky.
Born in Lebanon, Plastic Paddy American father, Mother with Arab and Italian roots who claims to be British.
Sounds like an appropriate name if nothing else.