Just wondering...

I'm starting to understand now why my mate said he does'nt go on this forum cos the lads on here just talk a load of crap. (hee hee)
 
Get up early before a trip - do lunges around the lounge if need be...just do your business good and proper BEFORE you go out and job's a good 'un...


...that said I've often thought about jumping in and having a paddle about whilst doing your business might be the answer...

Failing that Ration Pack Biscuit Browns will clog you up nicely :D

Laughing quite a lot :D
 
Quote from previous Pansy's return thread

"Mark mentioned something about blowback on sea toilets ages ago when we were talking about Avogadro's principle and the best way to shoot rabbits.

Pansy's current toilet chews ya poo and blahs it out a hole.

Yes you guessed correctly - we had intermittent toilet blowback episodes (Kept you on yout toes - literally)

Luckily something told me to raise up before hitting the button on one memorable occasion. Glad I did otherwise it would have ended right back where it started from. Only happened in heavy weather - which is obviously the time when you are more likely to be bricking it."
 
And another -

"Funny you should mention brown floating objects in the galley John. After safely getting into Peterhead there was a complete and total memory loss of what had just happened by all concerned - we strolled about, possibly a bit of Gambolling was going on, and talked about nice dry things. The skipper's OCD however meant that he had a look in the boat to see whether it's arse was still there. We heard a shout -

"The Boat is full of turds"

Me and nice Marc had a quick skeg -

"Aww naw the boat is full of turds"

Bear in mind the bog had already had a blow back moment and the whole effort was 6" under water - We realised that Ahab was exempt from poo patrol on account of his love for all things black, greasy, horrible and deiseled (This man only drinks Earl Grey tea FFS - with a sugar )- we knew one of us had to go in a some stage and wrangle a turd or seven, there was loads of them - like a little poo poo regatta. My excuse was the last one I done was proper squoity (Fact) come to think of it MArc was looking like he recognised a couple of them. The wee man actually offered to sort them out (later like) I argued that as he was a guest and wasn't chipping in for deisel he should have volunteered earlier. Anyroad we just ignored the little terrors and did something else for a while.


End of story - it was bits of caulking that had blown out and been washed through the bilges. When these devils surfaced on my kitched floor they looked more like turds than a turd does. Phew man - no turds."


We did try eating one on day 67 and it tasted like ****
 
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Bit more

"Enter the stick

Straight up - I thought the whole gaff was awash with pa pa

Found out it wasn't - CHAMPION. another Brucy Bonus and I must apologise for using that term Brucy Bonus. Never previously said it but used said term at least ten times during the trip. Best use IMO was when Pansy nearly went all Olga Korbett on us but didn't and I didn't end up slipping slowly to my death through the inky cold blackness (Blowing on the life jacket whistle and seeing only bubbles) She righted herself, I'm sure Marc stopped phlegming for a second and Gandalf was just being all superb - and I couldn't help but say

"Another Brucy Bonus"
 
And another from Marc - Apologies for the flooding of posts but being as we're talking poo poo la la's

Ah the turd eposode.

It's all coming back to me know.

I remember being in the Caley canal and picking a cat littler poop scooper upper and thinking this is a crap dust pan (full of Holey things) then thinking, what the **** is this doing on a boat, must have been from the previous owners 'ships cat'.

All was to be revelled around Rattray Point though!

Had nowt to do with the cat, well suppose it had, that mad inventer, your best friend, "Tiger" Tom must have realised we would need it and put it there.

I did step up to the challenge and did offer to do it, suppose I had to really, you's saved my life, or one of them, mebeys I'm the ship's cat, Oh ****.

Do remember getting through Peterhead piers, sticking my head up above the window and shouting, "what the **** is that" then getting into calmer water, standing up, reaching for a tab, handing you one and saying "Piece Of ****" ha ha.



Would still have rather chipped in for diesel though!
 
So, when I go for my two weeks holiday to the Twin Resorts of Roker and Seaburn and I'm taking my afternoon dip, and an "Admiral Brown" comes bobbing by it's you boaties, dirty boys I'm going to Seaham Harbour for my holidays from now on.
 
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