So that's what one calls a fine Breast. I always rather thought Matron's or Margaret Rutherford's as the templates.

Katie Price at the party
Had us all in fits
Diving off the mantlepiece
and bouncing on her ti*s

Ooooohhh Matron, more tea Vicar?

I suspect the Chief's got a package AC in his gaff, what with time to do doggerel instead of colouring in the log. The rest of us are dripping scrotally (or whichever ladybit is traditional for those differently equipped). I know the class approved plumbing is good for 45 degrees ambient but mine ain't. What about running up the AC for the rest of us?

Reminds me of the Master in Texaco, Captain McVicar, known to one and all as "More Tea"

AC in the stokehold would be nice.

If only we could get YM in the stokehold, the bugger spends every waking minute waltzing up and down the bridge wing with a camera slung around his neck.

That is the basic principal of refrigeration - remove heat from somewhere and it has to go somewhere else. Guess where?

Purely for medicinal purposes!
Just keeping up my Vitamin D level although I hope one day to get to fiddle about with that big brass thingy that says go and stop in the hope of giving ES something to do.
As for the camera we never seem to get close enough to the beach even with a perve lens so I content myself with passing vessels.
How goes the heat up there? 11° C down here.:p

You mean that global warming implies that a distant planet, linked to ours with some sort of thermodynamic Higgs Bison, is suffering from global cooling?

33 degrees in Dublin, highest recorded since weather station opened in 1887. Ireland not suffering from fires as we are lightly forested and fires tend to be bracken, shrubs and heathery things; note I'm not a great gardener.

The Insurance Corporation of Ireland using a risk analysis from the great fire of London decided to re-insure assets of Australian Telecom in the London market. Well bugger me if there was not terrible bush fires in 1985 which burnt down all the telegraph poles and the Irish Government had to bail the ICI out to the tune of a lot.
We all now pay an annual Insurance Levy to try to balance the books. So the poor old koala was not the only looser.

The A/C in my funnel suite is working perfectly, you sweaty lot are barred from even approaching the door otherwise I will turn the fire hose on each of you. If sweltering in the unexpected heat I would respectfully suggest open the porthole and stick the air scoop I kindly provided into the wind. Beware of heat exhaustion, which I know is a rarity for you deckie type persons. The first sign is the sweat runs down the shuck of your ars* (ask ES he will translate) be advised you are NOT melting merely discharging excess moisture via the stern orifice or should that be oriffi (must check with Varley the correct terminology from his lexicon) :smoking:

Be advised situation is normal in Norn Iron... its pissing with rain here as usual :really_mad:

I think only if one has more than one fundamental orifice (In this case I should use 'you' instead of 'one' as it's going to be yours where one will 'stick' the complimentary airscoop unless you take the bloody padlock off that compressor starter).

I'm not sure about your spelling of "Shuck", you have to be from North of Ahoghill to get the "ouch" sound right.
Anyways it is contiguous to the area where the Good Lord built a sewage works next to a pleasure park. Nowadays definitions are more loosely open to Mount Cnoc an Fhreiceadain interpretation.

Right lads. For those interested in the culture of Brest, A mini bus will be along side on the quay to take us on a guided tour. we will be taking in the museums, ancient churches and local bars along the way. Aquarium and botanical gardens well worth a visit they say. also a little bribery by me to the driver should get us to visit a Bar or three of particular interest to those who appreciate the beauty of local ladies.

Ouch.
Must be tablets available for that ???

Nothing worse than a foremast light stuck up your Jacksie.

Does Sir.W enforce a retirement age? Got my post lockdown dental appointment just today. I am too high risk to be examined in the top floor surgery (they are on three floors), I must avoid toffee and other sticky things to eat and should lightly crush any tougher nuts before trying to eat them.

I am to go again in January - anyone got a spare foremast light? I have a home in mind for one.

Crushed Nuts must hurt.

Oh dear David you do seem to be having a rough time of it good Sir.
not to worry though as our tour driver has a wheelchair in the boot for the bigger sites that we may wish to visit on our tour.

Oh, Squire Varley in his tweed jacket and waistcoat sucking a Werthers Original. Pass the sick bag Billy. I think all those years in Glasgow eating Forfar Bridies and deep fried Mars Bars washed down by many pints of Dryborough Heavy have taken their toll. Mole-Grips are my answer.

Aye! I can tell from all the rounded-off boltheads.

(The family has always believed in the string and door handle method of extraction. Belief, however, is not practice).

I can sympathise with anyone having teeth problems. I had false teeth since the age of fifteen. just 6 of my own lower front. I still have those as no dentist can deaden the nerves with multiple injections. I have to make arrangements to be admitted to hospital for a general anaesthetic to get them pulled eventually.

Deaden the nerves, deaden the nerves, Tmax will advise half a bottle of Black Bush followed by half a bap wey shugar on the tap and Bob's yer uncle.

A Shergar bap! My, he's lasted well in the 'fridge.

How about a little BLACK DRAFT.