This is a thread where you wish you had not done something or at least your bezzy oppos knew nothing about it. Gib, I seemed to have a few mishaps there, it took me 17 visits before I actually saw Gib sober? Well it was on one of these none sober trips that things went wrong, again. At the end of a nice quiet night out, (quiet meant not to much talking between wets) having had my fill of Ale and JC’s I called upon my inbuilt GPS and homing pigeon skills to get me back on-board. It was at this stage I had this god almighty urge to have a crap must have been a bad pint or that poison stuff angostura bitters in my JC’s. So finding a convenient door way I dropped my trollies to vent my load onto the world, no problem I had even found some tissue, all was well with the world. Then I stud up and pulled my trollies up, this is when I noticed a thick warm gooey feeling sliding down my legs, I looked back at the floor to where my hot steaming mound should have been and there it was gone. Mind in slow motion put 2 and 2 together and came up with Ho crap, I had not pulled my trollies out of the way and had shat my full load into the back of my trollies, to make it worst if possible this was the 1970 and white jeans were in fashion, ho joy, tried to pull down trollies and scape off, to late the liquefied crap had spread well, from inside to out. Nothing for it now but to re-engage GPS and homing pigeon, and off I went to find my ship, I do not know why but my run ashore oppos all vanished? Approaching gangway, deep breath go for the sober walk and try not to walk like I had shit myself, all in vane my oppos beat me back and spread the word, the QM through my Station Card at me, and told me to give him a wide birth and sod off. I went down the mess to get my doby kit, to nice polite calls of get out you smelly bar-steward or word to that effect, I took myself to the fwd B/R to have a shower and sanitise my trollies. QM handover SOS + Sumo up the FWD B/R trying to clean himself up as he shat himself. Did my best with my trollies and put them in the Choky Doby, never did see them again and N01 dody called me a dirty bar-steward. Thus ended anther quiet night in Gib.