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unforgettable forgotten night in Plymouth.
A night only remembered for its conclusion and the morning after. After a night in Plymouth on Scrumpy Royale and drambuie I reeled back to the Wave tanker, bee line about two miles, lateral mileage about fifteen, fell off the wharf into a coal heap. No idea why there was coal at the wharf,unless it was for the galley. Very comfortable too. So somewhere in the early hours I got up and reached my bunk. In the morning I was put on the shake which I ignored until a group came in singing,' Mammy', due to my enhanced pigmentation. Haven't touched the scrumpy since. Was it called Royale?
with the pretentious 'E' on the end.
I still try to help with the Drambuie. P.S. glad there was a coal heap there.
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