Always attach your 5 point safety harness to the top rung of the ladder.
Just a little H&S advice.

Well quite so, particularly if it is listing…
Or does that deserve a bullet?

Somebody mentioned Boaty Macboatface.

Be careful Malcolm - That was devised by a design committee headed by Tom Vart and seconded by FG86!!!!!!

I am now donning my tin helmet and dropping into a shell crater!

Rgds.
Dave

It's obviously an RAF IBTWL-GA-SM

It might very well be YM but how do you know?
Is it smooth bore or rifled? Gotcha!

Neither.
It is grease lubricated.

Perhaps my second name is Schmidt but, on reflection, it is more likely to be Schultz.

Their real, not so much fun, names are:
ZP801 – Pride of Moray
ZP802 – City of Elgin
ZP803 – Terence Bulloch DSO DFC
ZP804 – Spirit of Reykjavík
ZP805 – Fulmar
ZP806 – Guernsey's Reply
ZP807 – William Barker VC

RAF humour can be somewhat unconventional. A Shackleton based at Changi in 1970/1971and the subject of an Airfix kit, was decorated so that to any interested observer it was flying on behalf of "White Knuckle Airlines."

https://www.pprune.org/military-avia...eton-c1-2.html

Pa (RN for the war) was fond of telling us that the RAF always had the best nicknames. His favourite was for army types, "Brown jobs". Another I heard from a AAIB presentation "Mechanical palm trees" - helicopters.

After leaving the Sea I worked as an HGV driver.
One day I had a delivery note with just [Evans - Caerphilly] on it, so phoned the Transport Office from a phone box (remember those?) for a proper address.

"Have you tried looking them up in the phone directory?" said the wise traffic clerk!

Remembering I had once been at sea I replied:
"**** OFF - have you seen how many pages of Evans there are in the Caerphilly Directory?"

On another occasion, I was in the said Office when an agency driver phoned in about 2 hours after he should have completed his delivery.

"I'm in Wales" he said "I can't find this Tunbridge place anywhere."

Ah the '60s

Were you really there?

Many years ago a Solicitor aquaintance introduced me to the sedimentary filing system.

This is quite neat in comparison.

Choose your God, or other imaginary friends….

What you mean when you say that you can’t just drive it back to the shed?

For some completely unknown reason, one of those PG Tips adverts (where they are moving the piano) came into my head:

Son - "Dad, do you know the piano's on my foot!"
Dad - "You hum it and I'll play it, son!".

Es viernes!
Rgds.
Dave

'Bit short of steam at the moment, Control'.
'Give us ten minutes for a blow up and we'll be under way'! :rolleyes:

One for the vexillologists

Seems like a good idea

heard of a driver who when he had broken down Phoned the fitters. He said ''I am at a Place called Dangerslow. after much searching eventualy they found him. just outside of Ilford. when asked about it he pointed to a sign saying Danger slow.

At my age I have come to wonder about the hereafter.


I often walk into a room and say: 'What am I here after?"

I’ve just received an email telling me how to read maps backwards.

I think it’s spam.

Looking forward to next summer,
Nothing like a day out on the water...

What floats and smells of urine?

A WI outing to Dover.

There is an element of truth in the cartoon. In the days when I was involved with offshore racing and ocean sailing yachts, a popular pastime for some of the crews was to rig a bosun's chair to the clews of a spinnaker, drop an anchor over the stern, and sit in the chair, feet dangling, can of beer in one hand, something resembling a cigarette in the other, and let the spinnaker fill with the evening breeze and just watch the world pass by. The one snag was that the only way to return to the yacht was to drop into the water and swim.