You're right Saltie. Doris got all the sailing info from her husband. We'd tell her or the girls in Doris's that we're sailing tomorrow.
"Oh no you're not" Doris would say. "You've got two or three more days yet before you sail" And sure enough she would be right.
How well I remember that bar. We'd go in Friday night and come out Monday morning more than once.
We'd go ashore for a dinner time drink and not go back even when the Mate would send a cadet to the pub to tell us if we come back now we won't get logged. Yeah right.
Next morning we'd be up in fron of the old man, get our loggings with the usual "Nothing to say sir" Ten bob well spent.
The the Mate would say "Alright you lot, down to my cabin." when we got there "OK, shut the door" then he'd pour each of us a slug of rum. Then....."Get to work you lot"
Best mate I ever sailed with was Mr. O'Keefe of Royal Mail's "Essequibo"
This was all in the early Fifties. Great days to be at sea then
