He will obviously face some punishment for his misdemeanour.
The Navy was known for rum, the lash and sodomy. The free rum ration is gone and corporal punishment was banned decades ago so that only leaves one option for the poor sod.
What shall we do with the drunken sailor?
What shall we do with the drunken Sailor?
AAaaaa what shall we do with the drunken sailor?
Er-leigh in the morning?
I went and checked the story and its astonishing really... Of course to get it out of the way, back in my day we could hold our liquer and I once ran a surprise practice CFT before the scheduled run, after returning from a nightclub and about 2 hours kip under my belt and after breakfast the surprise was sprung and still managed it (but 20 year olds are warriors).
But given the position this fella holds, it does raise some serious questions. Is it routine to eat BBQ chicken after a skinfull ? a quick concrete sinking fry up from the cookhouse was enough for the old and bold types.
It’s cursed I tell you, cursed.The comments section seem to imply the Mail is making a big thing about nothing but it does seem that there are disciplinary issues on this boat.
Is it just the Mail being its usual self or is there a serious underlying issue here?
couple of points, one tiny, one a bit more substantial.Wherever the curtain/s were, the court martial board clearly believed that:
- the curtain/s obscured the bridge windows from the officer of the watch as she sat behind them.
- the officer of the watch had little to zero situational awareness as she sat behind the curtain/s she had drawn.
- she knew that hiding herself away behind the curtains was wrong by virtue of:
Drawing the curtain/s cost her £4k, earned her a ‘severe reprimand’ and possibly as a brucie bonus, a permanently stalled career. Mind you, you’d wonder why the navigating officer and bridge lookouts (whatever they are called) allowed the ship to get so close to another vessel without alerting the O.O.W. Stitch up perhaps?
Which is why it was fried chicken eaten by hand and not roast swan garnished with sparrows’ tongues spoon fed by a nubile virgin from a 4’ diameter gold platter*.Appalling behaviour! The man's a Naval officer, not an airline pilot for heaven's sake!
Isn't it traditional to consume said meal, immediately after the pub and in civvies ? then grab a couple of hours kip, before a full english and visit to toilet..... Turning up for duty with the meal, means he must have gone out again dressed in uniform, already reeking of booze and then returned to his duty raises so many questions and surely someone must have noticed he was hammered when leaving the ship again.An original recipe KFC meal is one of the best hangover cures out there.
We were made of sterner stuff in our day. We obeyed orders and left no section of sidewalk unstaggered over.I love that 'sailors defied orders to go to strip clubs, bars and restaurants '.
They were ordered to go to these places and stayed at home????
Which is why it was fried chicken eaten by hand and not roast swan garnished with sparrows’ tongues spoon fed by a nubile virgin from a 4’ diameter gold platter*.
*Reality: unidentifiable greyish rubbery thing surrounded unidentifiable greenish slurry, cold in the middle, welded to the tin foil tray and just shy of the temperature of the surface of the sun on the outside. Swimming in grease. Served by a disinterested and slightly overweight lass who doesn’t look her best at 0300, on a wet plastic tray, eaten balanced on your lap with plastic cutlery that shatters when you try to cut the food that generally has the resilience of depleted uranium. The label says something like “poulet Mediterranean, medley of spring vegetables, pommes glacé”.
A complicated clearance will come in from ATC half way through this gourmet experience and you’ll tip the lot in your lap trying to find a pen.
The mini Baby Bel “cheese board“ will roll out of sight behind the rudder pedals and be recovered by engineers 5 years later when the aircraft is next in for deep maintenance and returned to the caterers, given a wipe with a damp cloth and returned to service.
That’s why airline pilots drink.
That was just dying out when I started 24 years ago although we usually waited until the thing was shut down.In my Father's Day as an ex WW2 pilot with a fledgling Middle East airline the starting point was the Reverse Thrust Cocktail delivered by the trolley dollies at the appropriate time.