As the 'Tall Chef' thread has now fallen to the usual level, in order to avoid it getting binned, let's put all the 'funny' (at least to us mere mortals!) cooky boy stories in here. You know, like when you were waiting for the hatch to open and maybe sat on the shelf, only to be told 'That's for risoles, not arseholes!' Anyway, one of my favourite was on the Rusty B a lifetime ago. Up went the metal roller blind, to reveal to the queue of Matelots and Booties a delight of Pusser's gastronomic excellence. As the queue surged forward, the serving wench or chef apologised for the maggots in the chips, due to all the potatoe having gone off. In reality, they had slung a handful of cooked rice in amomg the chips! Funny how some things stick in your memory after all these years.........!