Bluddy hell Brian, the lads who met you in Liverpool will be hoping your not contagious
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So really Brian,you came home from West Af, with two broken legs ,a broken arm,malaria,and a severe case of galloping knob-rot,you naughty boy.
I came back from Japan penniless, nay in debt , with a Noritake vase with slight crack in it (damn Heathrow airport baggage handlers) after a 28 hour dogleg flight marathon jetlag/ hangover/sore a*se.:rofl:
But I couldn't wait to get back for another trip...
Gulliver
Reading that list of broken bones brings a tear to my eye just thinking of the pain breaking my 3rd leg
Brian you have had plenty of breacks,But was you ever broke,Time for a tooheh's Breack.;)
Hi Charlie,
Yes been broke a few times, in the 55 and 60s strikes sleeping in the church door way on Park Lane, standing on the corner of Paradise Street , hand out, `Gorra tanner for a cup o`tea please,` ..Foff.
Starving when I joined the France with you, Chatty Matty was run off his feet feeding me. I was like a racing snake.
The good old days. would not have missed it.
Cheers
Brian.
Brian when i first joined the France in 54 Chatty was in the same cabin i was in,dont think he ever changed the old Kaki shirt the whole time i was on her!
Hi Charlie, he wore that Kharki shirt day and night for years, he was a sight during the night, going to the toilets, long khaki shirt, thin white legs and boots with no laces staggering down the alleyway. I think he went to the scrap with the France, he was never seen or heard of again. He had a better job than the Skipper.
Thanks for the memory. RIP Chatty Matty from Cincinatty
Cheers
Brian.
talking about old times and people my grandson has recently burned me a c d of a german recordingof sailor also so sung by petula clark it was a good song and much played on the overseas programme for merchant seamen cant rememberwhat that programmewas overseas something or other but it was sentimental for to listen to but never got one played for me a 2nd mate got one on a tanker iwas on and he got ribbed to death I remember it was a song called to know him is to love him and every time we saw himwe all sniggered and laughed poor sod was nearly potty but such is life
I was on ED's on the west Africa run '70 - 71.. on board 'K' boats... Kumba, Kabala, as Jnr & 4th Eng. the chief at the time was T.S.Baines (Tom) any one else from those days still around?
George