I suppose it could depend on where the fire is and what’s burning.

ES stays in on a wed night and plays with Sindy and Ken.

anyone have any suggestions as to where to go to. getting boring swinging round the anchor out here.

Go to Carapito. My Dad went there in the 1950's and he had a great time plus two tattoos that my Mum didn't like.

Not a lot to see at Mundrabilla and it's a long hike from the sea.

The brain in the sky tells me there are a few Carapito's knocking about and it is also a religious organisation, what we in East Antrim need to know is it a Catholic Carapito or a Protestant one.

I have a good friends in the nobility who tells me there is a Tattoo Parlour on every street corner in Douglas and most of them manned by busty persons.

My vote is IOM unless we are already there.

cut out No 1, Lay off a course for Cork. we will start there and go round the irish ports. Relax Mr Varley we are not uncorking tawney port till the suns over the yard arm.

How about a ride up the muddy Humber, lots of stuff to do in ULL. We could have a quick lap round Wilberforce house and when the black boy opens go for the big drink. You may even meet a patti slapper.

Penciled in on my bucket list...LOL

The sun is an obliging star. It will hop over a yardarm, somewhere, at the glug of a hat.

If we're going to stop off a home I will get a change of sock and some cat biscuit. I know of one tattoo parlour. I believe there are nail bars too. Not sure about pickaninny pages, would a Turkish barber be any good?

Just seen Varley on peel sea front riding his bike he was also giving a wanker gesture to a motorist.

I would say a case of mistaken identity and respectfully suggest you try to destroy all evidence of your rash decision to post such vile ramblings. Take Tmax advice. Disappear for a month, the caravan park the far side of Holme upon Spalding Moor is recommended and you may get advice on trading ponies.

I go fishing over that way, have never seen any caravans but there is a few at the land of nod just down the road. but it smells of tarmac.....The land of nod is a village near Market weighton canal, now theirs a place you have never been.

Certainly not me. Last time on infernal machine came off under a wagon in Sembawang. Transport manager (ie he who was IC bicycles) angry - "Contractors told emphatically they may not run over visiting Superintendents!".

Old man ('Moritzio' Kennedy) kept me occupied the following day while ETO (Neil Long) constructed and attached training wheels. A titter ran round the dockyard (Which then included HMY alongside) when YT bicycled back to site office. With only one hand result would have been dire. One cannot enjoy the perk of Club Class if enboxed in the hold (pressurised I would hope, otherwise the corpse tends to 'leak').

Carapito, Venezuela, on the San Juan River, loading Lignum Vitae
 

Sorry People, I misspelled it - should have Caripito - it's up the San Juan River in Venezuela. The old boy went there in the 1950's to load lignum vitae logs for Lee Enfield to make rifle butts with in England. And, my mother corrected me, he got the tattoo in Caracas apparently. But, try a trip to Caripito. Dad was up on deck whilst they were loading logs and a blue-bottle type fly, the size of his thumb, landed on his arm and scared the hell out of him. The the ship was crawling with spiders and other jungle terrible insects all the way home. He stayed in the engine room with his steam and diesel things. Much safer.
http://www.worldportsource.com/ports...ipito_3292.php

Big port, Rotterdam and Antwerpen will be keeping an eye on them.

In days of yore, when I was an Apprentice, lignum vitae was used for water cooled stern tube bearings. Lots of fun in drydock.

I do NOT disappear for months on end, I retreat to my saloon under the ER deck plates and contemplate the meaning of life and imbibing on copious amounts of the "falling down water" My presence in the Injun room is not required as one has minions to undertake routine operations and maintenance. Squeek and Eric do the work while ES wanders about like the lost soul he is.

I will remind you crew type persons I is the Chef Injuneer (even if I can't spell it) how many of you old sea dogs can remember a chief ever setting foot in the injun room?

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They were used by camel herders to encourage the beasts to drink their fill. We called them staves.

Tmacs in a moody again. Stay well clear of the engine room guys!

Is there a beast of the field that he hasn't squirreled down the bilges?

Is Tmac fit for purpose, i think he has lost the plot i noticed a bite on his neck could it have been one of his pet bats. if he sneezes run for it.

I have a special pass to enter the Engine room. However I will not go down there till things calm down a bit. Steward! a case of Black bush to the engine room on the double.

That is not the approved usage of a crocodile clip.

Could our worthy guesstimators have asked the ECDIS for Caiman instead of Cayman? Or has Tmac adopted a weirder than usual choice of emotional support animal?

Its a useful creature, handy for fetching shifters up from the bilge.