😆 Hello Peeps, been a while. Couldn’t resist joining this thread, bringing up the rear, so to speak, (well, I did live in Brighton for a long time!), had a grin at the handbags being thrown, definitely beats shackles and buckets of urine (yes, I was and occasionally still am, involved in the bubble head side of stuff)….(excessive use of para…paraenthe…er, brackets do you think?).(?) So those involved, consider yourselves told off…..YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE.
Norfolknchance2 that was dejavu, I shared a cabin (after lying to the Camp Boss, which backfired, oh er.) with a Canuck surveyor who built a pyramid of soiled and I mean stinking, clothes in the middle of the cabin floor( it was a very big cabin on an Italian Barge),there were squadrons of flys doing formations around it. He was built like Giant Haystacks though so I said nothing cos I’m not and have a high survival quotient. Mind you, neither did he once he realised I was a Diver (capital Dee there,you’ll notice). No, he wasn’t scared, just thought I was a lowlife! He was right, I hid a couple of large stools (jobbies, turds,crap whatever you wish to call the beauties) in the pile of clothes.Yes, you’re right, pointless, but then I got a cabin move so I felt happy and that’s what matters, right?
I did know a South African chap….fine race of people,(did you know now we’re going to give them British Passports for doing so, they’re penalised now for serving in the British Armed Forces because a certain Mark Thatcher tried to raise a mercenary force to invade a soverign state?Fine family, unless you need a navigator,but a good line in lawyers),…..sorry, digressed, who used to do Tai Che naked every day on deck. He’s now a copper in Scotland.Allegedly.
