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  1. An oppo sent me this today.....I tend to agree


    The traditional male sailor was not defined by his looks. He was
    defined by his attitude.

    His name was Jack Tar. He was a happy go lucky sort of bloke, he took
    the good times with the bad.
    He didn't cry victimisation, bastardisation, discrimination or for his
    mum when things didn't go his way.
    He took responsibility for his own sometimes, self-destructive actions.
    He loved a laugh at anything or anybody. Rank, gender, race, creed or
    behaviour, it didn't matter to Jack.

    He would take the piss out of anyone, including himself. If someone
    took it out of him he didn't get offended. It was a natural part of life.
    If he offended someone else, so be it.

    Free from many of the rules of polite society Jack's manners were somewhat rough.

    His ability to swear was legendary.

    Jack loved women. He loved to chase them to the ends of the earth and
    sometimes he even caught one (less often than he would have you
    believe though). His tales of the chase and its conclusion win or lose, is the stuff of legends.

    Jack's favourite drink was beer, and he could drink it like a fish.
    His actions when inebriated would, on occasion, land him in trouble.
    But, he took it on the chin, did his punishment and then went and did
    it all again.

    Jack loved his job. He took an immense pride in what he did.
    His radar was always the best in the fleet. His engines always worked
    better than anyone else's. His eyes could spot a contact before anyone
    else's and shoot at it first.

    It was a matter of personal pride. Jack was the consummate
    professional when he was at work and sober.
    He was a bit like a mischievous child. He had a gleam in his eye and a
    larger than life outlook.

    He was as rough as guts. You had to be pig headed and thick skinned to survive.
    He worked hard and played hard. His masters tut-tutted at some of his
    more exuberant expressions of joie de vivre, and the occasional bout of number 9's or stoppage let him know where his limits were.

    The late 20th Century and on, has seen the demise of Jack.
    The workplace no longer echoes with ribald comment and bawdy tales.
    Someone is sure to take offence.

    Where as, those stories of daring do and ingenuity in the face of
    adversity, usually whilst pissed, lack the audacity of the past.
    A wicked sense of humour is now a liability, rather that a necessity.
    Jack has been socially engineered out of existence.

    What was once normal is now offensive.
    Denting someone else's over inflated opinion of their own self worth
    is now a crime.

  2. Seaweed

    Seaweed War Hero Book Reviewer

    Told me in hospital in 1976 by a fellow patient who had been a PO Stoker (and was in the Fiji when she was fished):

    The Matelot is a comical bird,
    He flits from pub to pub,
    B.stard is his favourite word,
    And arrsehole is his grub.
  3. Does this mean we can't call our coloured cousins "Chalky" 8O
  4. Happily the dinosaurs are dead or dying, so yes it does.

    This is all very sweet but it is, of course, self-perpetuating romantic myth.
  5. No you can't snow flake :twisted:
  6. Ok snowy...... 8)

  7. Todays Navy?....your welcome to it shipper....can't see myself in the 'modern' version...which is probably just as well.... 8)
  8. Oh outrage, discrimination, racial prejudice (can't think of owt else).
    :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry:
  9. Why have you stopped cleaning the heads and posting on here..get back to work and start singing "Camptown Ladies" again :wink:
  10. I's on it masha boss sur :oops: :cry:
  11. Top ho, extra fried chicken and grits for you tonight :thumbright:

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