Bryan, 
No sweat, despite it being 34ºC (93ºF). 
Nice opening to address some of the misconceptions/misrepresentations in specific quadrants 51 29’ 34.18"N, 0 19’ 59.76"W.
And excellent for a few extra laughs, good thing our phone line isn’t tapped - hmmm at least I don’t think it is. 
Unfortunately , I have made a promise to keep shtum , so I will . At least I now know who can be trusted .
Mike
Hans, your giving Mike a complex !
I think we need to go back to holy cheeze… damn… come to think of it… I am hungry!!! A little ham, swiss on rye anyone?? 
Bryan Johnson said:Hmmmmmmmmmm, I thought he is quite complex. ;) :)
Hans, your giving Mike a complex !
timmyd,
Yes Sir! We have a bakery in town by the name of Okanagan Bake House, they make delightful bread with a real crust and they also whip up excellent pastries.
One of their bestsellers is Swiss Light Rye; once we alerted them to the fact that the Swiss variety never has caraway in it, it was away to the races. No looking back.
For the weekend we get our own special bread, they only make two of them, one for themselves, the other for us. It’s called Mediterranean Ring, absolutely marvelous stuff, add some Soppressata salami or Prosciutto ham with fresh garden grown tomatoes and voilà near Nirvana.
Why would they do a special bread for us? Being good customers who always have a joke apparently counts for something.
Mediterranean Ring
Ah, yes, I know what that is.
Saw it on my Med patrols.
Starts on the French Riviera, where they go for their annual baths…most ended up as 6" thick hard scum iin Naples Harbour.
I can still smell it.
Curmudgeon said:
Mediterranean RingAh, yes, I know what that is.
Saw it on my Med patrols.
Starts on the French Riviera, where they go for their annual baths…most ended up as 6" thick hard scum iin Naples Harbour.
I can still smell it.
madwolf
unless you get close to Subic or Hong Kong.
Make certain you aren’t making fresh water withing a hundred miles of those places.
Curmudgeon said:
Mediterranean Ring Ah, yes, I know what that is. Saw it on my Med patrols. Starts on the French Riviera, where they go for their annual baths…most ended up as 6" thick hard scum iin Naples Harbour. I can still smell it.
Dave, The one we get must lose much in the baking process.
I guess for the “real original taste” you really needed to be there.
ENOUGH!
Period.
what do I keep missing here?
Andre’
Curmudgeon said:
unless you get close to Subic or Hong Kong.Make certain you aren’t making fresh water withing a hundred miles of those places.
They should never have given the RAF their own boats .
My excursion into still waters running deep with the fruits of passage was from an RAF Launch in Hong Kong harbour along with a piece of radar , just replaced by a serviceable one .
As usual , this happened when we were in a rush , and the boat was just nosed in and not tied . One of the few times I assumed the inverted T —foolishly trying to save the radar . A ship’s wash hit the Sunderland flying boat that I was trying to service , and the cox of the launch didn’t want to scratch the plane so without thinking too hard ,eased off a touch . A touch too much for me . You know how those clever gymnasts rotate about their legs ? To make it worse I then collided with the radar because it slowed down a bit on entry to the oggin . So I entered the
soup with an open wound , open mouth , bubbling screams and then , guess what ? I didn’t let go of the radar . Government Property , you see . So it was about the dark brown level before common sense reasserted itself . Just as the bubbling of the engine went faint in the distance aboive .
Then the stupid bloody cox couldn’t drive for laughing , I couldn’t climb back aboard , and the crew of the plane shut the bloody door because it was a Search and Rescue job , and I was not yet on the casualty list . So I had a ride back to the slipway clinging to the safety ropes . As my feet grounded , and I stood up , the cox said “OK?” . I nodded , frightened to open my mouth , and he opened the throttle , knocking me over again .
I eventually staggered into the shower nearby and hosed everything down whilst still clothed at first–only shorts and flip flops , then I had a drink of Coke which according to the MO , whilst he was giving me injections , was the best thing I could have done " That stuff’ll kill onything , laddie " he said in his soft Scottish brogue , "so will this "
and he gave me a couple of shots of whisky . He had one too , just to be sociable .
An interesting footnote to this , which happened about 1955 was that an RN diver in the full deep kit dived on the anchorage to rescue something expensive and he came up with a load of stuff , including a WW2 Japanese radio ,
presumably from an Emily or some such . I wonder if the mechanic who dropped that got a free drink of whisky ?
Nah , saki if he was lucky . Or perhaps unlucky come to think .
Cheers ,
Mike
ROTFLMAO!!!
Mike, I can just see you in the inverted “T” position, holding on to HM’s radar, then rolling into the upright “T” position, ballasted by the radar. Ony a dedicated technician would hold onto the bloody thing, not wanting to have to clean the muck out of it after it had gone to the bottom.
I quite agree that “Coke” will kill off anything that might ail you, backe up by a shot or two of good Scott’s whiskey. I’ve used “Coke” to clean metal parts before. Ther is no reason why it won’t clean out your insides.
madwolf