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My dad was on British merchant ships in the 1950s. Some didn't have foul water tanks and discharged all sewage into the sea. There was a weighted flapper on each side of the ship. He said one time a flapper broke and fell off, leaving an open route from fresh air into the crew bathroom on that side of the ship. In rough seas, he said when it rolled one side, you had to sit, shit and slam the lid - before it rolled to the flapperless side and sea water blasting up the pipe to wash your arse.I never asked him about hitting the head on rough seas though.
These are such good pics.From one of my dad's voyages...Cape Horn 1956 - note the ventilators have been swivelled around out of the spray.
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Yes - we are related.These are such good pics.
Your dad's writing is very similar to my dads. I think I've mentioned that before.
Spooky really...
Gunna shit your pants or bring up the day's takings with any of the three thoughThis shit is more dangerous than driving in China or eating Indian street food.
My dad was in the naval reserve in Aus and worked in shipping all his life as a ship broker.Yes - we are related.
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