No Pateks used here! If you want to bored with the recipe let me know. This year's has been distributed to two passing waifs in empty milk cartons (actually wives or formerly wives, not mine of course) with one very positive appreciation given.

Please never argue that. Wizard of Douglas knows his limitations which is why his approvals attracted the luddite critiques. Fat Leckie likes the easy life (but who would not have a SharpEye or an optical North-seeker). Anyway I would then have no one to buy me a drink.

and of course our Anchovy chef is also missed like our "Silver Spandex suited Engineering supervisor" bless her she is a very busy lady ashore right now.
well we will see what next year brings us in the way of crew.

I bought you a drink last year, don't tell me you want another one :shock:

Well by my reckoning that's two years ago. I take it that that shifter of yours has never been used to loosen anything.

(By the by, that is now two positive reports on the Christmas curry).

speaking of which, following meals with sprouts, Chicken Curry and Spaghetti. I have reseived complaint from her indoors that whilst flat out and snoring I was releasing bowel gas at an alarming rate polluting the cabin. This I learned from a note passed to me this morning at Breakfast. Hey ho....LOL

Possibly we have both gone too far on the curry train.

Me: Because I finished off the curry sauce by cooking frozen sprouts (in in case shortage of the real thing) and formerly unused chipolatas. My helping hand maiden told me this was not just 'wrong' but 'very wrong' (but then she does not like sprouts in any form).

You: To play a note from bowel gas is something of a rare talent. I take it was an E flatus major.

Rather delicate this morning and talk of sprouts and noxious emissions is making me quite nauseous.
Scrambled eggs for lunch, full Ulster Fry parked in the fridge until about Monday when all my old arrogance will have returned.

Aww lad have I taught you nothing :cloud: what you need to counteract the sprouts is as follows:-

3 pints of Guinness
6 hard boiled eggs
2 tins (family size) baked beans
1 large curry pizza
2 finely chopped onions

The above to be taken daily unless attending court where you run the risk of being charged with chemical warfare :thumb:

For those with that ability to hold a note that would sustain their nether-vocals for at least one aria if not an opera.

(Many moons ago Pa 'did' scrambled eggs for New year's day breakfast. I am sure forensics could still detect some fossilised remnant on the stairs up which I attempted to make my bathroom after the first couple of mouthfulls).

I love scrambled eggs, done with butter and milk salt and pepper. Love it on toast.

Christmas is different out here. I dont have to eat cold turkey or Turkey pate sarnies for a week...LOL

Instead of pepper try quarter of a finely chopped chilli. When poaching smoked haddock I do that in chilli milk (one per pint overnight). Seems to give good pepper tang with anything including dairy. Doesn't work for me when boiling ham.

(A week? Mine should last until Burns night).

Good God man are you British or Not?????

We British don't eat turkey because we like it, we eat it because its in our DNA to be repulsed by an ugly American invention until mid January every year. On or about 10th of Jan we make a ceremonial pot of soup from the carcass of the bird with left over bits of skin, bones, stuffing and sprouts. To include the turkeys bum is optional. This marks the end of Yuletide.
So BB give up the pineapple chunks, get a pith helmet and hire a Valet. The locals will then look up to you.

they look up to me now as they are all short butts out here...LOl

I have recently purchased a bicycle and I have a 0 minute ride on it every morning before breakfast and I have to say the releasing of bowel gas certainly helps me along

Well done BB re the bike. You seem to have skipped a cog with the time that you ride each day but, speaking of cogs, with those gear ratios you should be able to climb the mast with little effort.

Keep it up - even 50 or 60 km/week will do wonders for your health and outlook on life.

Geoff (YM)

Help you along it might, but it doesn't seem to do much good to the saddle.

30 minutes every morning before breakfast. Love it and feel much better for it too!
had sore legs when I first started but its great now. reckon I could make 20 laps round this dockyard no problem.

Right cut outs single up to a breast slipper. get the shore supply cable aboard and gangway aboard. we are shifting ship across to the other side where we can moor for three days. Closer O Flannigans over there anyway.

ES, you have the con young man. no dents or scratches please.

We carry our own cables?

Or do we pinch theirs?

Right oh Mr Pilot she's all yours, your aul mucker from h&w is down below and don't annoy him with too many movements. Or indeed any movements, let the tide and tugs take you across.

FWE! well done, T cant complain although he's fierce cranky after a feed of drink, will you join us for a BHM livener in his cabin.

Varley FFS the gyro is running backwards, do something.

Avoiding movements poses difficulties when post Christmas curry.

The gyro is just a little frisky after being allowed to roam over the festivities. It got quite friendly with the cat after they sorted out who ate what and who slept where. You might say it is a woke gyro. It could be that or maybe the chief has started an alternator backwards. The synchrothing was showing the wrong time this morning and all three lights glowed magnificently all the time.

Anyway, use the steering compass unless you've drunk the last of the supporting liquid. Again!

we have had out own shore supply cable ever since we left Montesvideo in a hurry and forgot to disconnect.

Mr Varley, holding frayed end of shore power cable, "THERE'S NO PLUG ON THE END OF IT"

Entire crew of GD2, "THERE IS NOW".

Plump lecky, useful gent?

Are we engaged in a passenger amusemental pantomime?

I'll join in, just to be chummy. "Oh, no there ain't".

Oh yes there is... blimey hes got me at it now.
we paddy man on the quay just said there will be kaylee nigh at O Reileys bar tonight lads cailie kayleigh...whatever a good pee up and sing along. Might even gat Tmac to join in with his Lambeg.

Look behind you. There's Tmax coming doon the quay wall with his mentor Willie Drennan, a treat for all but a Swarry rather than a Kay-Lee.

A gentle word in your shell like, BB. In this town mixing up a Ceili with a Swarry could get you a smack in the chops.