Malta--Inthe days when----

#1
The milking goats and the nubile daughters were locked up at the end of the First Dog---
The Libertymen, after months at sea. swarmed ashore from The Home Fleet, Mediterranean Fleet and the US 6th Fleet---
What a Run Ashore that was.
 
#3
Milking goats?

Is there a dit from a pervious run ashore that you want to bleat out.
You have not been around sufficiently-----clearly!
In Malta, as in many Mediterranean islands, nanny goats were walked from door to door and milked to the purchasers' request at the doorstep.
You obviously haven't tried it, but goats' milk is rich in brain enhancing minerals and low in cholesterol.
Try it and see if it helps.
 

witsend

MIA
Book Reviewer
#4
Is that why every girlfriend I've had somehow becomes a genius and you auld codgers turn into bleating cretins.

You learn something new every day.
 

slim

War Hero
#5
Malta was always a good run ashore.
The Gut was good for a laugh except when that massive copper "Tiny" was on duty at the bottom of the steps, didn't like matelots that one:(
 
#6
Malta was always a good run ashore.
The Gut was good for a laugh except when that massive copper "Tiny" was on duty at the bottom of the steps, didn't like matelots that one:(
The Maltese were always welcoming-- as they are to this day. Many of their fathers and grandfathers served the RN as locally enlisted personnel for many years--and bloody good they were too. Many died in WW2 and, I think I recall, a Maltese name in the RN Falkland dead.
 
#9
I did have one bad experience courtesy of the Gut and Marsovin.

Decided, one night, to stay on the marsypops and not dilute it with 7up. I threw up in the mess square the next morning and my offering ate through all the polish and wrote off a large section of the mess square.

Killick of the mess not a happy bunny and I spent the rest of the day scraping up the rest of the polish and laying many coats of ME7 to get all back to normal.

As a 17 year old, it was a wake up call that maybe the 3 badge men in the mess may know more than me when it came to pissing up and local brews (they told me it would end in tears at the start of the evening, I said they were too old to keep up with us young thrusters :( )
 
#10
I did have one bad experience courtesy of the Gut and Marsovin.

Decided, one night, to stay on the marsypops and not dilute it with 7up. I threw up in the mess square the next morning and my offering ate through all the polish and wrote off a large section of the mess square.

Killick of the mess not a happy bunny and I spent the rest of the day scraping up the rest of the polish and laying many coats of ME7 to get all back to normal.

As a 17 year old, it was a wake up call that maybe the 3 badge men in the mess may know more than me when it came to pissing up and local brews (they told me it would end in tears at the start of the evening, I said they were too old to keep up with us young thrusters :( )
It's when it started dissolving the Corticene you knew it was time to get your name down for one of Aggie Weston's Temperance Groups and to the Sick bay. Will there ever be such happy times again?
 
#11
The Maltese were always welcoming-- as they are to this day. Many of their fathers and grandfathers served the RN as locally enlisted personnel for many years--and bloody good they were too. Many died in WW2 and, I think I recall, a Maltese name in the RN Falkland dead.
I did have one bad experience courtesy of the Gut and Marsovin.

Decided, one night, to stay on the marsypops and not dilute it with 7up. I threw up in the mess square the next morning and my offering ate through all the polish and wrote off a large section of the mess square.

Killick of the mess not a happy bunny and I spent the rest of the day scraping up the rest of the polish and laying many coats of ME7 to get all back to normal.

As a 17 year old, it was a wake up call that maybe the 3 badge men in the mess may know more than me when it came to pissing up and local brews (they told me it would end in tears at the start of the evening, I said they were too old to keep up with us young thrusters :( )
When I was 18 in 53 I had never been in a pub, me and my mate had our first run ashore down the Gut. Being still wet behind the ears I asked the barman for two halves please and he served us with two HOP LEAF the local brew. It was a short learning curve. BTW, I'm what you hairy arsed lot called a pongo, we were attached to the Andrew and in shore station HMS Camarata at the bottom end of Merchant St in Valletta, our job was directing the navy guns from the shore. O happy days
 
#14
thanks Billy, didn't think I would get a reply. Great pics for the memory. I'm 82 and not functioning @ 100% just now and wondering what I have let myself in for by dabbling with you lot? Loved Malta, loved my time with the Andrew even if I was a pongo. My dad joined as a boy seaman in 1921 did 12 years and was called up again in 39 for the duration of the war.
 

Seaweed

War Hero
Book Reviewer
#19
The goats' milk was infected with brucellosis ('Malta Fever') but this went undetected for a long time. Malta was declared free in 2005. My great uncle, at the time a 16 y o midshipman in HMS Inflexible, died of it in 1895.


Not just Malta actually, brucellosis in milk was a worldwide problem.
 

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