Duvet

[happy daze john in oz]

What's next, how to use a duster?

Take the duster in the right hand, must be a yellow one, spray polish from can held in left hand. Wipe the surface of items to be dusted............................................ .

[gray_marian]

#31 Or...tinned wax polish & elbow grease

A wee tip for all you house husbands, in cold weather spray a little polish directly onto a warm radiator, then your wives will assume you have been slaving away......

[Ivan Cloherty]

HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was joking

This series of posts more suitable for Womans' Home, whatever that is

[Louis the fly]

Ivan, it's ok for you as you still have the North Shields Military Greatcoat on the bed and don't have the problems the rest of us have.

[Ivan Cloherty]

Ivan, it's ok for you as you still have the North Shields Military Greatcoat on the bed and don't have the problems the rest of us have.

That's true Louis, although it is much more comfortable now that Cappy has taken all the buttons back!, god did they get in some funny places! hope Cappy washes them before he re-uses them.

[cappy]

That's true Louis, although it is much more comfortable now that Cappy has taken all the buttons back!, god did they get in some funny places! hope Cappy washes them before he re-uses them.

###greatcoats were the eiderdown of the mid to late 40s......no problem they were warm .....have just realised eiderdown is one of those words where I before E is not correct ......unless i have spelt it wrong.......learn something every day .........cappy

[Red Lead Ted]

You could start a thread on this subject, Remember some of the strange places you awoke the next morning after a run ashore, I once opened my eyes right on the edge of the quay feet from turning over and rolling into the drink in Belize we used to go ashore on the barges that lighted the ships cargo ashore. A donkeys breakfast was just that wherever you lay your hat, Or rather where ever you flaked out, How the bloody hell did we get away with some of it, I suppose it could be we were all young fit men, And some of the sights that smiled at you on a strange bunk in that room which had a bloody big fan on the deck head, OMG........ I once turned over in Beira on the East coast of Africa, She or he or whatever it was, was, the spit of Red Rum as she smiled at me if I had an apple on my person I would have rammed it in her grid. Good job I was fit I just ran towards the dock praying to the lord that I hadn't indulged the night before.

[Ivan Cloherty]

Whilst cargo watching down the holds in PSNC as a cadet, could be down there 18 hours a day as a norm, allowed out for meals, god help you if you were more than 30 minutes from the time the AB relieved you, as the mate had to pay a full hours overtime to the AB, I often fell asleep on bales of barbed wire, dressed only in shirt and shorts as temp down below well into the 90's. Always secure on a bale of barbed wire as stevedores always discharged them last in any particular port, as they gambled they wouldn't be on the last shift.

In that 30 mins had to climb out the hold get changed into whites, into the saloon for meal, if there were no passengers on board you got served, if there were passengers on board it was a lottery, but you had to be out the saloon and down the hold come what may whether you'd eaten or not within that 30 minutes.

Longest time down the hatch without seeing the bunk was 57 hours, imagine that today, so the barbed wire was very handy, the stevedores used to cover me sometimes with burlap sacks and wake me for meal times, it was such fun as a trainee officer! Never ever got scratched even though the barbs were sticking through the burlap wrapping

[cappy]

woke up inthe hold of a derelict japanese trawler ......me and two mates we couldnt remember how we got there .....we climbed up onto the quayside and found it was a ferry landing the nips all shot of into a crowd and chuntered away in nipponese ican remember the stink of rotten fish to this day ....i can ..only guess that we got to the ferry landing .......no ferry....climbed down to the trawler ....and flaked out......i now know there are 3 not 2 things that smell like fish cappy

[cappy]

once laid on a bed of nails in fiji no pain at all .....but was certaily worried beforehand ....also walked on a long fire of hot wood and stone it was red hot but did not affect me ....all in fiji ....lautoka .....youth is a strange time of life but what a learning curve as a youngster abroad in them daysthe 50s and 60s.......cappy

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You could start a thread on this subject, Remember some of the strange places you awoke the next morning after a run ashore, I once opened my eyes right on the edge of the quay feet from turning over and rolling into the drink in Belize we used to go ashore on the barges that lighted the ships cargo ashore. A donkeys breakfast was just that wherever you lay your hat, Or rather where ever you flaked out, How the bloody hell did we get away with some of it, I suppose it could be we were all young fit men, And some of the sights that smiled at you on a strange bunk in that room which had a bloody big fan on the deck head, OMG........ I once turned over in Beira on the East coast of Africa, She or he or whatever it was, was, the spit of Red Rum as she smiled at me if I had an apple on my person I would have rammed it in her grid. Good job I was fit I just ran towards the dock praying to the lord that I hadn't indulged the night before.

###jeez terry she wasnt that bad .......she spoke very highly of you ......cappy

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You could start a thread on this subject, Remember some of the strange places you awoke the next morning after a run ashore, I once opened my eyes right on the edge of the quay feet from turning over and rolling into the drink in Belize we used to go ashore on the barges that lighted the ships cargo ashore. A donkeys breakfast was just that wherever you lay your hat, Or rather where ever you flaked out, How the bloody hell did we get away with some of it, I suppose it could be we were all young fit men, And some of the sights that smiled at you on a strange bunk in that room which had a bloody big fan on the deck head, OMG........ I once turned over in Beira on the East coast of Africa, She or he or whatever it was, was, the spit of Red Rum as she smiled at me if I had an apple on my person I would have rammed it in her grid. Good job I was fit I just ran towards the dock praying to the lord that I hadn't indulged the night before.

##she wasnt thatbad terry ....she spoke very highly of you cappy