A few beers, what's wrong has Sir William taken back his credit card? :(

The pints of Black Bush are on me, have whatever you want lads I've nicked ES's bank card :jester:

Tobacco could be managed at home (Pa started me on the pipe when I was 15 on the strict understanding that I would never smoke cigarettes). Wimin was rather a different challenge as he was crippled and in the days before cripple friendly access laws were enacted some of the more esoteric establishments were off limits (most pubs on the Island with which I do not have an intimate knowledge are those that had steps so he, and therefore I, avoided them). He had encouraged ball-room dancing (but suspect that he did not expect that all but one lesson per term, when Madame brought girls, we partnered one another) but at an age when interest bellow the belt was limited to deballasting and unachievable rumour.

I knew and know Hamley's well although our set was Triang (Cousin's was Hornby) and while we could have put it in the attic 'across' we didn't and here I have only flat rooves which leak directly onto the reinforced concrete platforms that are the ceilings below and so have no space for storing anything except water which they do poorly.

Lead on Tmac I'm right behind you
Theres a bar over there look. folk sat outside at little tables. soon lower their standard of drinking heh heh. they seem to have little glasses of wine heh heh

"A few beers" is simply a subterfuge to conceal the true intent. I freely confess that a good pint of beer is a very pleasant thing (or two).

True intent:
The most dangerous words in many languages.
A few beers
One for the road
A bird never flew on one wing
A deoch and doris
Ein fur die strasse
Lets have a wee devil
Lets have a nippy sweetie

or as my Grandfather said when arriving home the worse for wear, "I met an old shipmate"

Or to quote what is heard "I shep a met mipshate". One office I worked in had a massive kneehole drawing bench. Quite a few good sleeps in there.

Just putting in an appearance. Just finished my second week of radiation and chemo therapy. ot feeling too bad but my appetites's off a bit. :(

We don't mind the chemical smell Tom but you will have to stay off the bridge at night. You are threatening the OOW night vision.

(Chin up. Cousin was told that he might best maintain his appetite with curry. Just heard today friend had melanoma diagnosed as malignant. More dug out along with three lymph nodes).

I was going to say that you look so well that you are positively glowing, Tom.

Then I saw that the radar scope had been left on.

Welcome back.

A toast to Tom chaps!

"Past my lips and over my gums. Look out stomach, here it comes.":pint:

welcome back Tom. Heres hoping you will be 100% fir very soon.

I don't think one can use the residual to actually do toast. Could we not just ply him with drink and have the plastico's deal with the bread in the normal way?

Welcome back shipmate, I would treat you to a libation or three:pint: but the bank machine just ate ES's cash card :very_sad::very_sad:

Tom, never mind Tmac.
I have a couple of bob in my back pocket, what says you we sneek off to a local pub, The Idle Hour, for a quick drinky.

E S is travelling by train tomorrow, Dublin-Belfast-Larne and is worried that he will encounter the sort of chap that can't figure out an ATM. What are the schools teaching them nowadays? Rugby?

Had you been to Rugby you would know the answer.

(I have just looked up "What to do in Larne" for the coming week. What an adventurous soul you are! You could have made that into a foreign trip. We have a coast road and a library too).

Starting out from Dublin it is a foreign trip or soon will be.
In common with many others you missunderestimate Larne, my social diary is nearly full,
Monday evening go to play, An Inspector Calls
Tuesday evening a musical, The Book of Mormon
Wednesday evening the Ballet
Thursday evening, a Swarry in Cairncastle Orange Hall
Friday afternoon drink and a fish supper in the Candlelight Inn.

The West End or Broadway would be pushed to offer better especially if Willie Drennan is playing at the Swarry.

That should soften your cough, moaning Mona.

Book of Mormon, E-S. Take out your false teeth. You might swallow them from laughing!

(rather surprising show to be in that ecclesiastical maelstrom however the Cousin in law and SiL took to it and laughed like drains as did I and they both cleaving to the Vicar of Rome).

Dum, dum dum dum dum dum di dum di dum didi didi dum? I don't know any others and I have never seen that either.

Thank you all for your kind thoughts. I did wonder at radiation the other day, I had just eaten breakfast, and I asked them if they were re-warming it for me. Just like bloody Queen Victoria, they were not amused. :)

seems to be some kind of interference on the short range Radar up here!

Oh its all right its just Tom coming up to check the Bridge watch.
Morning Tom. Good to see you up and about. All clear for 20 miles around us!

I sleep easy when someone checks BB's chartwork.
similarly with V's 3-phase.
and McCloggies lasagne.

From a man that thinks pole-slip requires a first aider and better grip deck paint that is grumbleworthy.

You might be right about Sir W's chartwork. Wouldn't like to 'do' a Sir Cloudesley. A general problem with night navigation I am sure.

Pole-slip, generally excitation problems.
IA No.1...… stick in the spare AVR.

Lecky's, I eat them before breakfast, shit them out and use the faeces that contains their mangled remains for bullet casings. Which I use to shoot Deckies.
If you like you can get Sir Cloudesley to shovel out the shit.

I am told that would be very rare once in sync. difficult to get low enough excitation to fall out. Anyway, with the number of T2s about it was more commonly a too hasty operation of that lever (I usually partook of a seven bell breakfast).

(I, like many lecky's and even Electrical Engineers proper have never heard pole slip, I am told one would know it if one felt it. Most T2 engineers will have, whether they knew that or not is another matter).

When I joined Texaco in 1970 they had 5 T2's; Melbourne, Rome, Saigon, Wellington and Bombay. They had either GE or Westinghouse electrics and all were jumboized in Japan in 1967 increasing dwt from 17000 to 23000 tons.
I never managed to sail on them but every engineer I met who did would only speak well of them. Very unusual as we are generally a whinging bunch.

The Sun defines Pole-Slip as Boris's bit on the side loosing her footing in the flat.

I am back, I got left behind in Antwerp, scouting for a young lady with loose knickers. To cut a long story short, a nonagenarian took pity on me, bought me a drink of red wine (Micky Finned), I came to with a large pair of Cerise bloomers in my pockets, no money and only the Ship's blow up doll and the Cerise bloomers to assist me on getting back to the GD. Ever a man of resource, I inflated the doll, hoisted the bloomers and sailed after you. And here I am, I shall have a hearty breakfast, check the doll for weed and barnacles and stow her back with the liferaft.

What an adventure! I bet you all missed me?