Leisurely Scribbles (part 5) (Part 1)

Are you calling me a liar,gumbud?
Are those ‘spin a yarn’ words inferring an untruth on my part?

For if so,I suggest you persuse the UK maritime records of not only lines/companies,but the names and ranks of those employed by said companies. Yes-I genuinely DO still hold my skipper’s ticket, for vessels of ‘Home and Continental Shelf trading’, up to and including 1,200 tons. My first command was MV Subro Vesta,which I took over from Billy Budd;my second-and by far the longest,was MV Subro Venture. I came ashore,rescinding my command purely due to being asked if it were possible to take in two children who had been really badly abused and needed a safe home. They didn’t need to ask twice-I gave them that safe haven. To do so,I had to be present,as the father was violent and had,previously to the two youngsters being rehomed,broken bones in both of them. Ergo,I gave up my command. WHY? Simple-I had already lived that type of childhood-thus the 71 homes of varying standard I was constantly shifted between,resulting in attending 51 schools…and THUS my love of books,resulting in my gaining degrees in subjects that interested and fascinated me as a friendless child…because ‘friends’ were something other people had. So please,as the “Good Book” says; “judge not,lest ye be judged”,old chap. Oh-and,not that for one moment I expect you to give a damn…the two children are now both adults;one is a primary school teacher, the other is a lorry driver-and still,to this ‘enlightened’ day, she gets asked if she’s gay,because she drives LGV’s.
Funny ol’ world, innit just…

Oh dear you have got your knickers in a twist innit!!

well pugsy lad the phrase “to spin a yarn” has many connotations ranging from ‘telling a story’ which may be true to ‘telling a whole pack of lies’ - the salacious character Tristan Jones wrote beyond a dozen books of his sailing exploits around the world and claimed almost all were non-fictional - some stand on the shelves of the National Library in Washington a testimony of his lies. And sailors of course have a world wide reputation for embellishing the facts and spinning old sailors yarns. BUT if you say that these facts that you lay be before us on this page are the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth then hallelujah mon I believes - I believes!!

I did bit of sailing meself once when I was ashore in old Hong Kong - used to sail out every sat morn in the good ship enterprise into the harbor for a spot of racing - yes I got the nautical spirit in me veins too laddie!

never mind dear lets press on ya can put all ya medals and certificates away for a while.

I have just started watching the film “Salmon Fishing in the Yemen” and what will all those terrible atrocities being committed in the name of Islam this is a lovely film - not sure if it’s fiction or non-fiction but some gerk around here will tell us I am sure!

but came across this little ditti:

Step we gaily, on we go
Heel for heel and toe for toe,
Arm in arm and row on row
All for Mairi’s wedding.

Over hillways up and down
Myrtle green and bracken brown,
Past the sheilings through the town
All for sake of Mairi.
Chorus

Red her cheeks as rowans are
Bright her eyes as any star,
Fairest o’ them all by far
Is our darlin’ Mairi.
Chorus

Plenty herring, plenty meal
Plenty peat to fill her creel,
Plenty bonny bairns as weel
That’s the toast for Mairi.

and I thought it was Oirish see Jem and thought well wouldn’t that be nice to post that for our thread master Jem!! but it looks like it’s actually Scots but yez is both gaelic ain’t ya ?? and here’s the singin version on UUUUUUtube!

it’s got such a nice bouncing air about it and very positive too!

Gummy, that post made me realise, just how much I enjoy Gaelic Bread.

exactly! that’s wot we iz 'ere for to 'elp one another !! my spellin is comin on very well since I joined up the dots!

By the saints Jem what a place to live. You are so close to that church all you had to do was roll out of bed to land on the church steps. Down side is the priest could reach out from the pulpit and slap you in your bed should you miss a mass.

Back in the mist of time when a relative was filling me in on my Mayo relations the sainted Matt Talbot was mentioned. Not as kin but for the drink you understand. Very interesting :wink:

Was piped aboard the old Enterprise a few times on the pretense of The golden rivet needing inspecting. Not sure if that qualified me as a sailor though .:smiley:

These were proper sailors :wink:

https://www.forcesreunited.co.uk/units/1510/hms-enterprise

How goeth the day chums?

My day goeth WELL

Here is a nice story

“Everything is going wrong”" said the son to his father What do you mean?” asked the father. “Well, work is boring, the kids are behaving terribly, my wife and I keep having rows and to cap it all the dog is sick. Life is awful and I hate it,” came the tearful reply. “Don’t worry,” replied the father, “these things happen. It will pass, it will pass.”

A few weeks later they were on the phone again. “How’s it going?” enquired the father. “Great!” his son replied. “My work is good, the kids are fine, my wife and I are getting on famously and the dog is fully recovered.” So the father said, “Don’t worry, it will pass, it will

Gummy, your verses reminded me of a song which had a regular habit if raising my spirits.

I can’t tell you how long it has been stowed away in my consciousness or memory

[B][I]Glad that I live am I;
That the sky is blue;
Glad for the country lanes,
And the fall of dew.

After the sun, the rain,
After the rain the sun;
This is the way of life,
Till the work be done.

All that we need to do,
Be we low or high,
Is to see that we grow,
Nearer to God on high[/I][/B].

oh no you misunderstood solo - I sailed in a small racing sailboat each saturday arvo in a two man /woman boat called an enterprise!!

lovely RJ

Me granny used to sing that Scottish song Gummy, one of her favourites.

Yes Solo plenty of stories about Matt Talbot when he was on the gargle big time, including nicking a blind man’s fiddle and pawning it for drink money. When he packed it up I believe he gave most of his wages to poor families in the neighbourhood. My mother told me that when he got annoyed instead of saying “F off” as he used to, he would say “Ah would you ever go and get a haircut” must try that the next time the missus annoys me.:smiley:

Great tale RJ, nice to see you in such good spirits.:wink:

You have achieved an awful lot in your time Pug, well done to you aul son.:wink:

Whilst some were out cruising other were out shooting.

The Shooting Party

Lords Spitiington and Gumsworth went shooting one day
While Robert and Jem flushed the birds from the hay
Fruity and Sweetie were up in a tree
Don’t know what they were doing, cos I couldn’t see
Solo and Pug kept well out of the way
In case they’re Lordships cartridges went astray.

Lord Spittington smiled as he bagged a few grouse
And we all headed off to the half-way house
Sweetie was content with a gin and a pintie
Pug played his guitar and the craic was ninety
Solo and Fruity danced the highland fling
And all the dead birds began to sing.

Can’t remember what happened after that, but I woke up in a hay barn with feathers in me mouth the next morning.:smiley:

Nice songs to remember Bob. Funny how once you are reminded of a tune it stays in your head. Rick Wakemans versions of some childhood classics are worth listening to.

Nice one Jem. At least you didn’t attempt the “I am not the pheasant plucker” excuse:-D

Good effort that Mr Jr.

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I’ve been doing a lot of that, well, with my hands a hand or two higher to be precise, and a bit further round the front. :lol:
My Lovely has bought some new bras so I been a-testing them. Well I used to be a Test Engineer so it seemed fitting that I keep my hand in, or out, or on the button as it were.

2BSH each I reckon just in case you were wondering. :wink:

Ah now, boats and things nautical is it? Well I nowt about them, me having been in the aerospace business an all.

Now my Mum and her lot did a lot of boating, but as passengers.

Granddad left Blighty in 1919, having survived WW1 as an artilleryman, and sailed to Oz to start a farm. He sent for his fiancé, my Granny, three years later and they were wed in Perth the day after she landed, having had the banns read on the boat.
My Mum was born in Oz, but there were problems so when it was time for my Uncle to be born, my Mum and her Mum sailed all the way back to England, then all the way back again with a newborn in tow.
Years later they had to give up the farm and the whole family sailed back to England.

Different boats and different routes were had, some via a big canal, and others round the horn. That’s a lot of knots they travelled.

I donated a load of memorabilia my Granny kept from one of the round trips, to a museum in Oz.
The ship was TSS Jervis Bay, one of the “bay liners” belonging to the Edinburg and Commonwealth Line. During WW2 it was converted to an armed merchantman. It got sunk by a German pocket battleship whilst acting as sole escort for a convoy from Nova Scotia to the UK.

There was a film about it made called San Demetrio, London, which was one of the ships in the convoy that made it home.

Why do folks type so many words? That is Mega Scribbles, do folks have too much Leisure Time?

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Good effort that Mr Jr.

have you seen this fruitie??

When ya in with the crowd that do leisurely scribbles
Then things can get minute or megally dribbles
We let the mind wander sometimes uncontrolled
But we go to the places for only the bold

There are those who are tighter; as tight as a drum
They write one line cursors with their shakin thumb
But heh wez luv them as much as the son
That pours out from the father from spirit [not rum]

So write what you will don’t let the quill spill
You can keep it quite pithy if that is ya will
Or write us a novel if we say don’t ya will
Welcome to our leisurely scribbles and scribble and kill!

Gumbud ©

I am FULY aware of Tristan Jones and his bullsh!t books .
However-instead of typing cowardly crap from a safe and anonymous keyboard, spend an hour actually searching through the records I informed you of. Much to your amazement, you’ll discover I speak the truth. No cowardice required,no bullsh1t required,no subterfuge required…you’ll discover my skipper’s ticket is still valid,that I genuinely did join Tantallon Castle on my 15th birthday, that I became 45 Royal Marines Commando on my 19th birthday, that I joined 321 EOD on voluntary tertiary secondment from 21SBS-you’ll even discover I really DO hold three 1st-class degrees. Oh,btw…look a little further and you’ll discover just how many famous names I’ve done session-work for as a studio musician. The WHOLE LOT is on government record. [I pay my taxes] You’re REALLY fast to jump on my back, just about every time I post-no matter what the subject may be…would you have the stones to be so derogatory or sarcastic to my face No - silly question. You’re a keyboard hero.
Well;I’ve mentioned on this forum,the name of the island I live on,PLUS the name of the river estuary it’s in. Be as brave as your mouth-turn up. Bring whomsoever you require as your back-up…I’ll keep the kettle warm…

ah then what on earth is such an eminent man doing here AND who effin cares?? - write a book - do a world tour - your wastin ya time here!

this is called leisurely scribbles NOT RESUME BATTLES!!

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Yes I’ve seen that before thanks.

The first image on that site is from a leaflet identical to one that was left to me by my Gran. It’s even possible that it’s the one I provided.
There are several museums, physical and virtual that have information about the heroic ship.
I sent a load of stuff including the leaflet above to the Museum Victoria in Canberra who had an exhibition about emigration to Oz, the bay liners being some of the boats featuring in that period of Australia’s history.

My kids aren’t interested in that sort of thing but I didn’t want it to be just chucked out when I’m gone, so I hunted around for someone who would look after it.
It’s on the museum’s website so I can still look at it whenever I want without worrying about it disappearing.