Maths never was his/our/your* strongpoint.

Billy had a point, now he has two points but not a functioning divider, or set of dividers as some call them. One wonders what they would be used for on this ship as we are all digitized and FJ gave poor old Droggie's paper ones the heave-ho in the mittlemeer.

* Delete as appropriate.

Of course, brass dividers has a special meaning to a Yorkshireman. It's something we don't do. Brass multipliers, that's more like it.

I'll have you scurvy lot know my teeth are like stars, they come out at night. :big_tongue:

I have the finest Harland and Bluff made gnashers this side of christendom, stainless steel with sacrificial anodes on every tooth and spring loaded return plates :balloon:

I glimpse an opportunity for home-made impressed current. Edison suggested AC would be better for maximum deterrent effect.

The only current that impressed me was in a hot cross bun.

If we painted Tmac's gnashers on the bow, a bit like NCL, we could do away with anti-fouling. And strike a victory for the envorment,evnormeent, oh bollix, save money.

Had a snifter on my own in the Smokeroom, ship like a morgue. Everyone in their cabins with their laptops and tablets doing saw-jigs.
No more conversation, witty banter or heated discussions, may as well be with Maersk, COSCO or OOCL.

If the chess board's out I'll wander down if you'll give me a game.

Chess board???? Are you going to throw darts at it?

25, 45, 110 and Crib is the limit of my talent. So Misere Ouverte to you.

Well now JustWin; it has a white hull with a buff funnel so it could be SSA but there again it has no Samson posts at hold No 3 and the Port New Plymouth class was launched before 1967 so it must be HMS Leander. Nae boffer.

down the forard hold playing snooker again i expect

No chess, I am really amongst the Philistine.

Snooker? Well not billiards but I suppose more posh than 'pool'. There is no point in repeating reason and lucidity.

(It does not rescue you from having no part of either but the spellings).

Oh Tarquin did you learn chess in the Upper Fourth, jolly good. Old Stinky Brown was fond of chess.

What about a game of Port Said whist? You lay your cards out on the table, picture side up, the person who has a fly land on theirs first wins. No bodily fluids allowed.

No, at home. All the males did chess over at least three generations so I could play a bit before I went - certainly well before the Upper 4th (15). The one intellectual pursuit at which I appeared in the upper quartile rather than the sub bottom one (until I was allowed to learn science anyway - not then taught at all at Prep Schools, not even in Latin. Omitting science from my education until the age of 13 was certainly, for me, deprivation). Mind you we did have a Torquil with a brother Angus, my contemporary. Can't remember if either played.

Good at Port Said Whist too.

Except on the Queen of Hearts.

Did the pair of you do no work at all? Might just as well have been one of 'us'.

Never liked chess, I always got huffed :cloud:

Never heard it called that before.

I believe huffing is something in the game of draughts to which the unwary are subject. Draughts relevance to chess is much as the positive displacement bilge pump's to the gas turbine.

If unwary I advise against chess. Especially as an old person. The young have no mercy.

One such was much amused, and delighted to communicate his amusement in across-the-board conversation, by a recent scandal. A grand master was caught using his portable telephone apparatus in a cubicle of the event's gentlemen's convenience to cheat (obviously also a trespasser).

He was only suspected as his age indicated that he could not be playing as well as he appeared to be.

I look forward to helping said young person's nephew to play. Then I can go to my grave knowing that, even if I do not see it, he too will feel the barb of youthful ingratitude.

Heat the planet, let the bastards burn!

A humorous if deranged outlook. And coming from a person who will not eat a Big Mac. The Friday night Quarter Pounder with Cheese will hasten Crooked Mona's sinking slowly beneath the peaceful waters if the Irish Sea.

BTW as Mark Twain said, Chess is a good walk ruined.

I thought it was the unspeakable in pursuit of a bag of wind on a cow field.

"Hello Central"

my thoughts exactly David, ungrateful, spineless, useless, snowflake little shits :chuckle:

I won't be lectured to by some spotty faced urchin who says I stole her future.... without us the little twerp wouldn't HAVE a future to gurn about :(

I don't think one can call her gutless (and my main objection is that I doubt her yacht was properly insured WRT third party and rescue service costs). She and her contemporaries are going to be paying my pension soon (because NI is no form of I that meets the definition). Is it selfish that she wants her slice off the staff of life with the crusts on and no curled edges?

No. But should the bitch get my Queen in a fork the bloody thing will be toast.

I'm 4 square behind the Chief. Bollix to them and their frigging gap year. I spent most of my gap year in the boiler room of the Texaco Newcastle. No perfumed air like students have whilst backpacking in the foothills of Nepal etc. Bah, humbug.

Are we in drydock right now. I confess I haven't stood a proper watch for a day or so, I think I will mosey up and see if I can work out where we are and where we are going.

By the way ES, Perfumed air? More like perfumed garden. Backpacking must be some kind of euphemism.