Was she wearing a red bikini?

Well, my memory must be failing me. A favourite celebrity certainly but more, I thought, Margaret Rutherford.


And none of that tongue business. You're on GD not Venus.

Too late, too late. I'm signed on and my gear's stowed and the gripe still is under construction. Hibernian coffee will soon be available from the duty plastico (well, gripewater is just as good at that as E-S's native hooch). Now I need either a junior sparkie (watchkeeping, traffic, weather etc. otherwise work). Or a 'small morning-time' electrician (as the Indians would call him). Or both - where are the application forms?

Serious and erudite? You would make my schoolmasters laugh just as much as the shrink who abandoned his 'science' when I told him I had been to a proper school. From a slightly extrovert chap (being one that takes his ideas from around him) I suddenly became, over a beer, a deeply introverted intellectual wearing an extrovert persona. The former might not have caused mirth but the latter, side splitting.

Mark me well David, while I love you as a brother you are NOT burning the sad remnants of your sweaty, dog eared and stinking footwear in my injuns :really_mad::really_mad: Dr Diesel knows feck all about my injuns :quill:

It smells bad enough down here given the abolitionist habits of Squeek and Eric. I thought the bottom ER plates were slippery until I discovered rat and squirrel shit :mad:

I must be getting better, I can see a bit, but only double.

Ahem, nothing 'wrong' with your brother I hope Tmac?

I agree with you about shoes but it is not I you need to convince but charterers. Look out for subsidiaries of Every Shoe, Sole-Oil, British Plimsoll and Try EXploding Antique Cotton Overshoes. They are all at it. You can't put Dr. Rudolph back in the box.

If we could burn shit in aircraft engines it is really the least we expect of an injunear of your colourbry.

NOT in our main engines! maybe in one of our old genny's. Our main engines are very special and take the utmost care to look after in order to maintain their supreme performance.
They are not like engines you may be familiar with. Thats as much as I am allowed to tell you about them.

They're the only Doxfords made with a kick starter. Tmac has trim thighs that Red 17 would die for, but she'll never see them.
If GD2 was back in Sunderland the Mackems would be queueing up for hours to see their handiwork and perhaps a few Geordies as well. BB's tills jingling.

YM - Please pay attention -- Cutty sark -- short shirt -------no bikini-- no knickers -- no bra. And if Varley wants to see Margaret Rutherford dressed like that -- Well, the is the Golden DREAMER so can let his imagination run wild. :huh:

WOULD SOMEONE TELL ME WHERE ST PETES IS FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! I think you have all gone mad. Talking about Port and burning shoes and, and, agggggh . :cloud:

(Heavy sigh) That feels better. Om, Om, Om

Regarding Red-17 I personally invited her aboard due to her very polite enquiry, and her having nursing crredentials. She has proved to be a valuable member of the crew. She was not an asylum seeker but a new recruit. As far as her wanting a tiger, we are just coming up on a lifeboat with a tiger in it who insists his name is Richard Parker. If you can construct a secure cage for him at the edge of Mary's garden, you are quite welcome to go down with a harness and hoist him aboard. I'm sure that Red would then be delighted to fix up your scratches and bite marks. :bounce_angel:

think i will adjourn to my suite. Tigers and water not a good mix I hear.
Makes them a bit stroppy you see.

Thanks Tom,
You have gained my attention, focused my eyesight and crystalised my vision. I don't share Varley's tastes but would welcome aboard the GD anyone fitting the description you mention . :flowers:
Oh well the key word is DREAMER after all.:wave:
YM

A tiger in the garden? With goats and sheep and the odd mule around? Oh, I really hope that cage is a strong one. I do love tigers though, so he should be a welcome diversion to help me get my stress levels under control. Working in the garden now will be just so much better, I do hope that Mary would approve.


Tom, thank you for ES in the picture about my presence here. Is it just me or is he generally a stirrer? :confused:

Sorry about that, just needed to make a correction.

ES a stirrer? Whatever gave you that impression? As for Tom, why is he nursing his credentials? Not been up the road anywhere dodgy have we?

And, isn't it a bit defeatist for one of a medical background to broadcast that particular clinical failure? have you tried fewer artichokes, less pea mush and only a modest glass or two of stout. I think you'll find that can save on the sail resetting lark.

(I believe Carter now has a Master's position but on another vessel altogether).

Old shoes? you don't burn your old shoes? You realise that is an old seafaring tradition (like rum....). You'd whistle on the bridge too, I suppose.

The Guardian of the Garden

Damn fine I look there, Sir William, though I say it myself.

Doesn't look like Miss Rutherford at all. More like a tiger.

and thats him in a good mood!...for goodness sake dont upset him.

Sorry Red: I missed this post before -- St. Pete's is actually St. Petersburg, in Tampa Bay, on the West side of the Florida peninsula.

We're now heading for Havana (Cuba) to restock on cigars, and probably to reminisce about Havana the way it was B.F. (Before Fidel) :)

Just in case anyone is remotely interested who Richard Parker is, if you haven't read "The Life of Pi", or seen the movie, I would heartily recommend you do so. :)

Indeed.


Every Junior and Deck Cadet has trotted out that horey old chestnut since the days of sail. Nursing Credentials, say no more, from Bootle to Brisbane Jolly Jack has been in awe of SRN and SEN credentials. Promise the Bosun a pair of 36C credentials and he will be like the cat who got the cream.

Tom, I would have thought that everyone knew who Richard Parker was. If not, well they do now. He is a lovely fellow and I am hoping that he will be tame enough for me to take him for a walk around the garden, once he has settled in to his new surroundings. I will keep you informed about this event and who would be welcome along. :chuckle:

Fortunately ES not everyone is as jaded and cynical as you are and 36C credentials are not always what they are made out to be. :paper:

She bit me! All I asked was for her to autograph my log as Miss Marple. Nurse!

I think Blake must have sailed on the GD in his time. A lot of engineering in here.


In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp,
Dare its deadly terrors clasp!

When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Definitely some references to our fearsomely secret Injuns in there. Tmac, have you had your crayons out again?

It is my firm belief that poetry on this vessel should be left to the Great and Good Mr Youde.
And when we set sail for the Mersey we can put him on st-by, a tastier Pilot there is not.

Possibly not dear Redser, possibly not.


But then I had the un-cynicism or dis-cynicism to marry an SRN or as she is now a CNM 1 or 5 or 4 or something. And as the nursery rhyme would have it, they all lived happily ever after.


Apologies if I've disappointed you.

We can't Shanghai him... or can we?

Be still my beating heart. Farmer John, how did you know that Blake was one of my all time favourite poets. Several years ago I had to deliver a paper on him and his life and I have been fortunate enough over the years to go to several exhibitions of his work. One that was especially important for me was at the State Gallery of Victoria, a time when I could educate my DIL about this wonderful and, for his time, Avant gaurde man. I feel sure he will melt Tmacs' heart. :rolleyes:

I am not disappointed at all ES, I am sure she is an independent and courageous lady who knew exactly what she was letting herself in for and let love lead the way. I feel sure that she and I would get along very well. :flowers: The flowers are for her.

Who bit you Varley? I do hope that I will not have to give you a rabies injection dear man as they can be quite painful to be on the receiving end of. If it was Richard Parker he is not a she. At least not when I last checked? :confused:

Come, come, now ES --- I must admist that Barry-Y is a very talented poet, but there are other poems written that would also be fitting for the GD, such as:

• The Captains Name was Carter.
• The Boy Stood on the Burning Deck.
• Away, Away, with Fife and Drum.
• 'Twas on the Good Ship Venus.
• There was a Young Man from Nantucket, etc., etc.

In the light of those, the Blake was a refreshing and enlightening change. :)

The boy stood on the burning deck
licking a thruppenny Walls,
The flames ran up the leg of his shorts
and singed the hair on his *****.


Next to such beautiful poetry Blakes effort is but a bit of doggerel. Our librarian must be more critical of the books she buys for our poetry shelves.
Mr V is a member of the IOM Poetry Society and likes nothing better than a quiet evening in his cabin with a slim volume of Usha Kishore and a tumbler of gin and parazone, we should co-opt him on to our Poetry Committee.

Erm. From memory two of them are the same song, Tom.

Are we being lampooned
or poetically mooned?
By that lady from a distant (once British) suburbia

But our oily Serang,
Doesn't hail from Penang
But from deepest and darkest (and British) Hibernia.

(Thanks ES. I had no knowledge of her or any idea she lived here. I hope we are not quite as mean and stupid as she obviously thinks we are - there is, after all, plenty of evidence she can use in her own support!)

I had no idea ladies wore supports. I used to wash mine after every rugby game, but haven't had one for years. :bounce:

GOOOOOODD MORNING HAVAAAAANNAAA!!

Perhaps Farmer John you could get some plasticos to pick up 20 humidors of their finest.

A few cases of their finest rum wouldn't go amiss -- strictly for sampling, and medicinal purposes, of course. :pint:

and a few cases of Baccardi too please. It makes a change from the usual.