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£1500 fine - the most expensive free drink he will have! Give him his due he did not hold back and went full throttle, or was that bottle, at the enemy! Keeping up the traditions of The Andrew, full marks!
Allow me to buck the trend for hero worshipping this throbber. Perhaps Ramsay’s sentence was light because his wife had left him. Perhaps he thought he could woo her back by becoming ‘famous’.
Like many sailors, I’ve been totally elephant’s trunk and been in the brown and smelly as a result. I was a daft young sprog in civvies, among messmates, not a 39 year old Senior Rate, in uniform among strategic friends and allies.
Not big, not clever. Were it up to me he’d be returning to Faslane as an AB.
I’m wondering if Ramsay was a guest or the PO Steward I/c waiting tables.
As I pointed out to a USA freak on twitter yesterday, apparently the USA has shed more blood in foreign wars than the rest of the world combined..............Historically inacurate and Mathematically impossible for a Nation less than 500 years old. Strange people Murican's
One epic, free bar event I recall ended with a bunch of University midshipmen finding out who could down a half pint of whisky in the least time. The winner was a social hand grenade and celebrated his victory by attacking a Lt Cdr (= army major) with a fish knife (no knowledge of etiquette - a fruit knife would have been more appropriate as we all had our suspicions about the Lt Cdr).
After the attack, our man collapsed and an ambulance was called. In the ambulance, he recovered and proceeded to attack the paramedics, one of whom was driving. This prompted the ambulance to carry out a quick U-turn and head for the nearest police station.
On spotting the now vomit stained uniform that the midshipman was wearing, the police called the Provost (= RMP) who took our man to a ship, any ship to get fekkin' rid of him. There followed a night in detention on don't choke on your own vomit watch.
Next morning, the midshipman's uniform was pi$$ stained as well as vomit stained and he was up before the Captain. "You're not one of mine." said the Captain.
"No sir. I'm a university student." replied the soon to be former midshipman, desperately trying to avoid projectile barfing over the CO.
There ended a potentially stellar naval career. One of the other midshipmen at the event retired recently as a Rear Admiral. Our man spent a couple of years in the reserves before being discharged from there too after getting pi$$ed in the wardroom and indecently assaulting a WRNS officer, an amply proportioned woman by all accounts, but that's another story.
There's a traditional toast in the Royal Navy that goes Wives and girlfriends - may they never meet. More appropriate might be Matelots and free booze - may they never meet.