Joined the Cherry B in 73 at Rosyth and sailed to Iceland for a 6 week patrol during the Cod War. Surprise surprise I was DHP and By fcuk was I a quick learner, the quicker you cleaned up after scran the quicker you could climb into your scratcher for a siesta. The Killick Reg was a twat he always was first in the que for afternoon watchmans scran even though he didn't keep watches. It was rough as fcuk everyday and most of the time it was difficult to stay sat down never mind eat scran, the smell in the scullery was bogging and I spent a lot of time with my head in the big steel sink. On one particularly rough day I had set up the dinning hall for lunch, put out the cuttlery and condiments and on the ledge in front of the counter I placed a fanny of gravy, custard and soup, I open the dinning hall for scan and as usual in marched the LREG in half blues. Just the the ship took a large roll to Stbd and because sproggy Stan had not put out the non skid mats the urns slid quickly and gracefully along the counter hit the ledge and first the custard then the gravy closely followed by the soup went all over the LREGs white front and his face. Oh how we laughed as I ran away till he managed to catch me and give me a good kicking in the flat outside the dinning hall.