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Yes you did. I know as much about HF/DF as any marine fitter turner alive today.
Most of the lads have taken to their bunks with colic, the scour, cramps and looseness; the Ulster Fry strikes again as it takes a man to attack potato bread and fried soda's. You, Tmac and me are the only hero's standing and T is dozing in the Steering Flat with his furry friends.
Anyway tell me that story again about the Chief burning out the rotary air heater on the Texaco Copenhagen.
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