Originally Posted by
goudie
Good job it wasn't in the winter PN or at least I hope so, it were bluddy cold there.
Well it weren't high summer. I guess with wind chill it was pretty close to zero. The real fun was the following day when the skipper got lost.
We had crewed in, door closed, ready to taxy when the skipper barfed in the potter's head set bag. I had thoughtfully removed his SD Hat first. The door was opened and bag jettisoned.
We then departed. The plotter, guesting on our Crew, had decided on a novel route entering UK via London rather than Scottish. When the skipper woke up approaching 8 West he called Scottish only to be questioned by London
