Tom you may. Marian is fine, Ivan and Rob will confirm I answer to most things. :smoking:
Memories eh!...You'll no doubt recall the dulcet tone of the tram conductress who aye knew how tae deal with the riff raff, If you're goin', then get on, if you're no', then get aff or like your driver, for quickness.... 'Cummoangetaff'

billy-boy, promotion indeed, happy to relieve Mr Varley in the radio shack anytime though my strengths lie in being a peggy, just ask for anything you need and I'll tell you how to do without it.:jester:


Red-17, what outburst!!!:)

Thinking about it Marian I think over the past couple of years you've been called a few different things by various people and stood the test of being insulted by professionals very well

When the shipping companies said they were downsizing, I had no idea that all the male members of the merchant navy would suffer from that. (Except Tmac -- but that's only what he claims!) :bounce:

Cartainly! :)

I've never had any complaints from the ladies, only contented sighs and satisfied grins :hippy: An artisan like wot I is always maintains their equipment in pristine condition :smoking:

Tmac is truly a four and a half budgie man.

Thank you Red for a very pleasant evening out. Will have to do that again sometime. Ovaltine in my quarters? Oh! Dom Perignon?? Why not? :pint: :)

Yes, I have noticed. When he goes over the Lee rail he uses both hands. Lucky Chap.

Ah Tom! The old Ovaltine trick to make a lass drowsy, unworthy. Please behave like an Officer and Gentleman, stick to the Dom.

Well, I know I'm an occifer, and a gentleman by definition is a man who takes his weight on his elbows, so that figures as well. :jump:

I don't like to boast but only grins? I get full belly laughs AND not only from the ladies!

SIGH!!...and heres me trying to play snooker with a length of rope....LOL

Send it down to the bo'sun --- we'll get it wormed, parcelled and served -- that'll stiffen it right up. :jester:

Quite happy with "worm and parcel with the lay". Less happy with "turn and serve the other way".

Well, that killed the conversation.

Drinks on me, that usually gets a response.

See you in the bar then FJ. Large Scapa for me please!

McC

Ye Ha fill yer boots folks, its rare enough FJ puts his hands into his pockets. I'll have a mint julep and a sarsaparilla chaser, thank you and your very good health.

Why would I put my hand in my pockets? My money is more safely closeted than that.

What is money pray?... injuneers NEVER buy drinks or anything else that they can't purloin for that matter. :smoking:

Nothing like a bit of filthy lucre in your pocket when on a run ashore :jester:

you never know what you might find there :shock:

Confucius he say "man with hole in pocket feel cocky all day" :jester:

What?...FJ pushing the boat out>

Count me in FJ I will have a large one please with a chaser.

Be careful when pushing the boat out. It may not be ours, there are dozens full of SN 'visitors' on every side and all three ends.

Refugees eh, poor sods, all at sea and needing a safe home. :wave:

Refugees at sea is a verboten subject, it always generates much more heat than light. Nauru and Manus we know little off.

Ah, bleeding hearts. I wonder if antislavery law still applies to SOLAS ships? Maybe there's money to be made. Gravy boats even.

Shh, you'll upset Tmac.

Whaaaaaaa! Dont upset Tmac for goodness sake!

Steward! get a case of black bush down to the engine control room ASAP
Just leave it there if Tmacs not there. Ring the bell and get the hell out of there quick!

Who the feck left this case of Black Bush outside the wt door?... nearly fell arse over tit after some twat rang the bell and I didn't see the box in the dark. Note to self, replace the duff light bulbs before I have an accident in the dark :shock:

Lets see now, who have I offended recently?... well that accounts for the whole crew, who have I been nice to recently?.......injuneers don't do nice :smoking:

Och never mind, Squeek kick Eric up the arse and wipe the grease off the good tumblers, it's partttttttttaaaaaaayyyyyy time doon tha pit :jester:

Am I invited after the ferrets or am I invited at all?
Anymore slights or perceived slights and you'll be doing 4 on and stay on.

Oh Dear, Looks like there will be flying shifters at 08-00hrs.

I am staying well away, but Red and the Medical Team should maybe stand by!

McC

Stand down the medical team, Tmac and masell have sorted our wee storm in a tea cup over a jorum of Bushmills 12 yo. Red can put the iodine and Elastoplast back in the locker, as for the MAA keeping well away, little wonder the ship is a bit rowdy.

Sod it I told them to use the Royal Mail. Couriers always get it wrong. "Outside the WT office" I specified. Fortunately the brasso did arrive OK so I still had something to take the paint off the aerial tubing.

I've heard that brasso can also be used to shine brass in the engine room, but I remain to be convinced. Far too many rumours in this ship. Dusting and polishing must be Red's job.

ES as well you know Brasso is used as a "chaser" after Black Bush, any knob polishing is purely incidental to that event. :smoking:

Red has never ventured into the pit, Elastoplast or not however she is welcome assuming she is brave enough :jester: However her medicinal services will be required if you refer to Squeek (Rattus Rattus) or Eric (furry something Squirrel like) as a FERRET :shock: You are a braver man than me Gunga Din :jester:

Why do you have a WT door to your radio room? and why-fore do the injuneers NOT know about it? Accordingly we shall arrange a test flooding to "press up" your accommodation to ensure the integrity of the water tight compartment. Your presence is optional dependant on how long you can hold your breath. :smoking:

That is watertight Tmac, not weathertight. You only have to press up the radio room to test the door.

A hose test would be preferable, 'though. One could test a hose somewhere where it would not dampen the apparatuses wot lets me get the soccer competition results. (Why do they not come from the factory already tested it seems a lot of faffing about to have to take up tippling time testing them ourselves).

Is "tipple time testing" the same as the kind of work done in car factories on a Monday morning, and of course on Friday afternoons, with an occasional wander into that mode Wednesday lunchtimes and even a bit on Tuesday and Thursday?

No, no. I have obviously miswritten. Tippling time is the zone that GD is usually in. Sometimes we put the clocks back so that we can have more hours in the day to tipple before tippling time reaches close-of-playtime despite that being said to be 'minus' when re-aligning the slaves from the Bridge master clock. Time signals are received daily from the watertight room so that the ships clocks always indicate when we can tipple. As the clocks are adjusted so that it is always tippling time the tippling day never actually reaches close-of-play unless the master clock stops or the watertight room fills with water. Therefore the day only changes occasionally and by accident making your question difficult to answer. This voyage started on a Friday and the master has not stopped (nor the Master stopped drinking). That makes it POETS day all the time.


This has nothing to do with the chronometer with which the navigation of the vessel is conducted but then as none of us care about that I am not going to continue with this twaddle any longer.

F...…! It's Saturday the bloody clock must have stopped.

Clock stopped? ...we must repair to the bar and discuss the plan for rewinding it!

Hmmmm, the key is made of steel therefore we must allow an Engineer to wind it (union are very hot on that)

Reminds me of the time Skipper ordered a clock for the ocifers mess/lounge. On fitting day a Carpenter arrived and drilled 4 holes through the wooden panelling as far as the steel bulkhead. then went ashore. A boiler maker arrived and drilled through said metal bulkhead ...and went ashore. A fitter arrives with an apprentice and a boiler maker who inserted the 4 bolts through said bulkhead. Apprentice fitter went outside with a spanner to hold bolts from turning while the fitter tightened them from the inside......5 men 2.5 days to fit the new clock!...something to be said about shipyard unions....and this was in Southampton!