Just as long as we use enclosed loading/vapour return. I wouldn't like to risk contaminating the port parcels with so much as a sniff of pseudoMackeson.

Have no fear crew type persons, the exhaust gas scrubbers I retro fitted remove all noxious niffs however the effect on the horn thingie leaves a lot to be desired Not so much a blast more a feeble squeek so ES has been positioned on the cowl with a loud speaker repeating every three minutes "get out of the feckin' way" All donations of throat lozenges would be appreciated as he no longer enjoys sucking a fisherman's friend. :chuckle:

Should you have garnered enough of the radio/leckie stuff to do that I am sure you would have been better with a parrot or a mynah bird. An owl would have taken an age to train, both to use the kit and follow the script.

See that readers! Mr Varley is back on form. Welcome back David.

He never left, the electrickery wallah merely had his landing gear rebuilt. :smoking:

Feel sure you could have made a new Knee joint for him Tmac. Plenty of stainless and brass in the stores.

There are many things that our gallant team makes in the quiet of the middle watch. It is not only that we fail to appreciate failures (of the trier and hero alike) that we stick to the use of Maker's or Class approved parts.

It did, however, sound as if a similar if less dilletante manufactory was in contemporaneous production and sharing the same theatre in which my port side knees were topping the bill.

The Memsahib is or rather was an NHS Nurse, and it goes without saying she married beneath herself.. At least that's what her mother always told me.
But lets move on, Memsahib believed orthopaedics was a wee bit agricultural and lacking the finesse of say, heart surgery therefore it could be argued that it was designed particularly for Farmer V. No surgical team would approach a semi conscious, semi naked V without a hammer, bow saw and e-schmally-stillison in their theatre pack.
Believe me Tmax and the Serang are out of their depth.

Trusting the dexterity of the surgeons has not left you with a 3o starboard list David.

Trusting it has...

and you know the correct fluid intake to make it right. :pint:

Good morning 170 Driver. with a handle like yours I could do with you up on the bridge. we are so low on crew numbers due to so many fine men crossing the bar.
I can print you out a skippers ticket if you fancy having a go!

I am not sure agricultural adequately addresses the acoustic environment. I was fully awake, the 'grass' was much as a gentile cocktail party or even coffee morning (or so I imagine) the excursions were as a primitive shipyard in full production.

When the torture of physioterrorism has achieved its best then I will start experimenting with permanent ballast. The Port merely substitutes for the paracetamol I have not yet dug in to the carrier bag full of opiates (and don't intend to do so regardless of the advice that the pain relief is necessary in order to properly do the physio.

I have mowed the top lawn twice and can walk to and from 'town' (beg pardon, city) although it is now the Stbd knee and spine (all diagnosed with various severity of osteoarthritis) that threaten my mobility more than the prosthesis. Ale quaffing equipment not yet seriously affected.

We all want to know who mowed the bottom lawn? Or is it adding to the general decay of Douglas City?
Your attitude to pain relief is very Jesuitical, perhaps we will have a late vocation, stranger things have happened.

My people of course.

(Problem with pain killers is that I fear the exercises are affecting my hip so don't want to hide that with drugs. Still, for a week or two my people can mow the top bugger as well.

Re-wilding is the current trend.
The winning exhibit at this years Chelsea has been meticulously composed in order to resemble a ‘back patch’ untouched for 5 years.

My *Back Patch* would overwhelm the Chelsea bFlower Show.

We are talking acreage, not aching with age.

"My People", you are becoming religious. My flock will be next. A flock of Manx Loaghtan will keep your pastures in order but your Lady friends wont like the black balls staining their white plimsoles.

How dare you suggest that the balls of my people or me are that colour or that I would, unasked, rub them on any lady's footwear.

Spoken like a true Gentleman David.

Then again, If she happened to be bending away from you...perhaps her Calf muscles....who knows.

Well, perhaps if I were, how shall I put it? Built 'less sailorlike', then such a manoeuvre would be less painful should I attempt such to-ing and fro-ing.

This thread has taken a turn for the worst. But I'm reassured because Tmax didn't feel it necessary to add his tuppence worth, Ulster once again maintaining standards.

course all set for Dublin Guinness works. Iron mike on the wheel. Radar alarms set. Cut outs on look out. Cruising at 20 knotts.

Shooush, FGS don't let Mr V read the "G" word as it will start him frothing at the mouth and then tell us all about his fling with Ena Sharples. Mackeson my hole, it's dishwater hence the slogan, "Guinness is good for you and Mackeson isn't".

BB don't forget Arthur Guinness isn't a one horse town, he has a palette of beverages for the discerning tippler and I'm sure there's an offering that will tempt the most ardent dishwater swiller ashore. Parley Vous.