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    Judging a book by its cover.

    34 Comments by Paul Johnson Published on 11th June 2020 11:57 PM
    Hi All,
    This a story that owes its inception from a thread posted by J. Sabourn entitled 'The Police State', a varied series of over a 110 posts debating the police state, racism and prejudice; well worth a visit if you have not already done so. My next story in this forum was going to be about ringbolting, that will have to wait for another time. Onward with this story:

    I was outward bound on the 'Arawa' as Assistant Ship's Cook, cooking for the engine room and deck crew, the Ship's Cook was the most obnoxious and bullying person I had ever sailed with, not only did I have to work with him all day I also had to share a cabin with him. As a reasonably fit and 'handy' chap I would not normally be too bothered, but this bloke was very large, at least 6' 2" and 18 stone plus, on top of that he was a wrestler when ashore; and I do not mean the soppy stuff on telly, this guy was violent, nobody complained about the food in his mess!

    We did not hit it off from day one, if I went for a shower he would quickly leave the cabin and lock the door, I would have to hunt for him wearing just my towel, this may sound trivial, but anyone sharing a cabin soon realises a certain degree of co-operation is required. This and other niggles were almost a daily occurrence, until one day it reached its nadir, there was this brute standing in the galley doorway threatening me with a visit to the hospital, and I do not mean as a visitor, (ironically I was to spend time in the 'Arawa' hospital next trip, another story), he was not joking. In this long narrow galley I was at one end and him at the other, there was nothing to hand, a knife, pot or anything, just this hulk coming towards me, I opened a drawer nearby, full of the usual detritus; pens,notes, old menus, but there nestling amongst them was a can opener. Do you all remember those openers for opening your tinny? The bent triangular piercing blade could be very sharp. So I grasped this 'weapon' and brandished it, I thought he was going to wet himself, WITH LAUGHTER, with comments that he may now extend my hospital stay for longer, I had a brainwave.
    This man had one love in his life, letters from his wife were tossed aside, instead he would concentrate on the daubed pictures and scrawled letter from his very young daughter, he idolised her; all I could think of saying was that he may send me to hospital but his daughter would never kiss his face again. He stopped as if he had walked into the proverbial brick wall, it took a while for the full import of what I had said to filter through to him, with that he stormed off. I never ever went anywhere without an opener with me; in my pocket, in the shower, on the table in front of me in the crew pig, and he knew it, I even had one looped on my belt as an aide memoire for him.

    Anyway, that is how things were, an armed truce, me with my 'weapon' and him with his bulk and violence. Our next port of call was Cape Town, that afternoon I went ashore to play football against a French ship, there were two reasons for this, one, I always played sport for my ship if I could, secondly, I would be breaking the law; as a mixed race person I should not be associating on the field of play with white people. Normally I would not go ashore in a country that determined what park benches I could sit on!
    After we had served the evening meal I had a shower( taking my key), got back to the cabin to change, my Nemesis was there, as I was not going for a run ashore I just put on flip-flops, shorts and a T-shirt. My cabin 'mate' said "not going ashore?", I explained that with my heritage and not agreeing with Apartheid, I was going to the pig, after he had digested this, maybe ten seconds, he got up and retrieved a bottle Bacardi from his locker and suggested we have a drink. Now I know some of you romantics out there will jump to the conclusion that from that moment we became the best of buddies and I became his daughter's Godfather. No, we drank the bottle of Bacardi, I told him of the circumstances of me being mixed race, and he talked of his daughter for an hour. Afterwards he went to the senior rating's pig and I went to my pig.

    The next morning started as usual, I cooked breakfast whilst he prepped lunch and dinner, afterwards my job was the vegetables and potatoes in all their myriad forms, and to make pastry for the desserts etc. I then noticed a large pot of stew on the range, giving the chalked menu a surreptitious glance I could not see its inclusion, in an ordinary environment one may have tendered an inquiry, but this was not an ordinary environment. Anyway, after the crew had 'lunched' my helpmeet said "get bowls and spoons", such a talkative barsteward, we then went forrard to the tween decks of No. 1 hold, there ,squatting around were the black dockers, we then dished out the stew to everyone, my larger half said "finish what's in the pot, he (gesticulating to me) , will collect and wash everything". That is of course what I did. Not one word was ever spoken of this between us.

    Now I know a reduced number of you romantics must think, NOW they are going to be bosom pals and Paul IS going to be that poor benighted child's Godfather. NO, NO, NO. We left Cape Town and if anything spoke even less, the rest of the trip was terrible, my only highlight was when one of the Asst. cooks in the passenger galley was Tom and Dick and I stood in for him; the grill chef thought I was the bee's knees when I had 50 steaks on the go under the salamander and could tell him whether they were rare, medium or well done.
    I offered the Asst. cook on his return a swap, Asst. Ship's ck. was a piece of cake, he told me to go away in short jerky movements, he had met the Ship's Ck.

    I met this person years later, I had left some knives on the 'Hauraki', never thinking I would ever see them again, but met up with her in Gladstone dock Liverpool, I thought I would pop over, the knives were marked. I spoke to the Baker, he was as happy as Larry for me to take them, as I was wrapping them in a cloth I had brought who should turn up but my Nemesis, with many expletives he inquired what I was doing there, after my explanation , and seeing two large knives in my hands, the conversation ended. On my exit I met the Second Steward, He had been on 'Hauraki' when I was on there, I think his name was George Patterson, he whispered to me that, "that f#$%^&* is not sailing with us".

    So you see dear reader that even a neanderthal thug had principles, but of course he would not recognise principles as such, possibly did not know what a principle was. But even now I applaud his actions, the F!~@#$%^ barsteward !!

    Cheers, Paul.

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    Hi Paul.
    I Liked your story, even though it was about bullying. I only had one incidence, when a AB jumped on my back when we were paying off on my first trip, as I was Peggy, I had cleaned everything up, but he had to go and shave his beard off in one of the sinks and told me to clean it up, I told him to get stuffed as I had finished, I was lucky as the big bosun came in and thumped him, then made him clean it up.
    It is surprising how many times on this site that there has been stories of problems in the galley between the cooks, and or galley boys and cooks.
    Let us have your ring bolt story.
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    On the Paproa we had a galley boy, young lad on his second trip.
    From somewhere up north a likable sort of guy, bit quiet at times.

    The cook regularly pulled meat from the freezer and left it outside of there on a table to defrost ready for next day.

    This young lad was sent down to bring up the chickens for the days food supply.
    Gone for too long said the cook, will have to go and see where he is.
    Poor bloody cook comes back up after a couple of minutes with a very white face and a very odd look.
    After a couple of minutes he explained, the young galley boy had been making love with the **** end of a defrosted chook.

    We did eventually laugh but no way was I eating chook that night.
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    Hi Des,
    Thanks for that, will do the ringbolt story later today.
    Cheers, Paul.

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    Quote Originally Posted by happy daze john in oz View Post
    On the Paproa we had a galley boy, young lad on his second trip.
    From somewhere up north a likable sort of guy, bit quiet at times.

    The cook regularly pulled meat from the freezer and left it outside of there on a table to defrost ready for next day.

    This young lad was sent down to bring up the chickens for the days food supply.
    Gone for too long said the cook, will have to go and see where he is.
    Poor bloody cook comes back up after a couple of minutes with a very white face and a very odd look.
    After a couple of minutes he explained, the young galley boy had been making love with the **** end of a defrosted chook.

    We did eventually laugh but no way was I eating chook that night.
    It might have been him who did the same for floor show in an Algerian establishment?

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    did you chook it away tony?lol jp

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    #1. The longest time I spent at sea without stepping ashore was 7 weeks and 2 days sailing between Lautoka in the Fiji Islands and Liverpool with a cargo of sugar. We stopped at Suva to drop off the 'crewboys' (employed to load the sugar). The reason it took so long was not only because the MV Dartmoor (Runciman's Newcastle) was a slow tramp steamer, but because the ship had to stop every day for a couple of hours for essential maintenance on the engine. We took on bunkers and victuals at Balboa but didn't get ashore in the canal zone. I was a deck boy at the time and my steering wasn't too good, that may have added a few more hours to the voyage. I got my steering certificate off Captain TR Rowe for doing 200 hours on the helm (the ship did not have an Iron Mike). Loading the sugar was unusual too and took ages. The bags of sugar came down from the factory to the jetty by train, then the bags were carried aboard by the crewboys who would then slash the hessian bags open with a knife and empty the bags down the hold. I remember at the Tate and Lyle warehouse Liverpool, watching young kids hanging on the backs of waggons on their way from the dock to the refinery, and stuffing unrefined brown sugar that clung to the wagon tailgate, into their mouths. I dread to think what state their teeth were in. PC R710198.

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    liked lautoka ...our now deceased richard also loved and lived in lautoka fiji .....i met a oz girl there she was a cracker ....she was crewing a sailing yacht from oz round the islands ....it was a hot time she asked me to come aboard there were three others i was very tempted but had only a couple of years before skinned out in wallaroo ....28 days hard labour in adelaide nick... todays kids wouldnt know what hit them in that nick ....didnt like that but i was worried jumping again could get me chucked out altogether ...funny world i was madly in love moonlight beaches stars like lighthouses supping kava....strange couldnt remember her name today for 10 million quid .....happy days

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    Ah, that young age Cappy, where the stirring in the groins take over from common sense !!!, how many times in my life has that got me into deep do do !!, kt
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    Quote Originally Posted by Keith Tindell View Post
    Ah, that young age Cappy, where the stirring in the groins take over from common sense !!!, how many times in my life has that got me into deep do do !!, kt
    Unfortunate choice of words Keith, unless you sailed with UCL!!

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    Thats one of two things i never tried Ivan, never fancied that and tripe and onions, but if you really forced me, ill take the tripe and onions, kt
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