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Tuesday, 3 May 2011

Engineering as it used to be. Part 6

3 boobs

Next time on Lost Fe’s adventures at sea will be Sembewang, voyage on a destroyer, a broken light bulb (You think I’m joking. Oh No), Japan, and  Ladies of the night, and Portland harbour.

Oh right that’s where I was.

To cut a long story short, (Ninety days on the Beira patrol is not short, believe you me), we finally sailed for Singapore. To say that we didn’t pull the stops out is and understatement. The extra nozzles were opened to the turbine and all fires introduced into the boilers, propelling us along at 23 knots. (A Knot is a nautical mile per hour. A nautical mile is 1 minute of arc, on a great circle on the earth, just in case you’re interested*).

After that mad dash across the Indian Ocean we arrived at JSB. To the uninitiated that stands for “Johore straits buoy” and stands at the lower part of Singapore island. Here we picked up a pilot to guide us  round the shallow bits. Eventually we were tied up in the naval base and shore leave was granted.

Right. Where to go? Now of course it could be into the village and the seedy side of life, or. Or nothing, it’s the village of course. What hot bloodied teenager would pass up that option? 

Just to set the scene.

Sembawang village consisted of a mixture of shops (Cheap), food stalls(Cheap), and Knocking shops bars. Obviously the first port of call was a knocking shop food stall for something to eat.

The food at the stalls was a mixture of Chinese and Malay and, my God was it good. As one that had existed on my mother’s food (God rest her soul), this was heaven. It didn’t even matter that the tables were next to what looked like an open sewer(Actually a monsoon storm drain), the food was nectar from the Gods.

That’s enough about food. What’s more important than cheap beer and cheap women? Nothing that I know of. When you think that the exchange rate was eight dollars to the pound and beer was fifty cents for a pint of Tiger, then you can imagine that paradise had arrived.

Now imagine that you were on a strip that had fifty percent of it’s properties as bars then you’re talking my kind of place. (Well not now of course).

Time to open the door to that world of beer, debauchery, and music.

Well. Maybe next time.

* Spot the oddity in this post


  1. Captain Haddock3 May 2011 at 20:50

    I think that the photo is a spoof ..

    Cos I never saw her in the "ville" .. and I spent enough time & dollars down there to know .. ;)

    On the other hand, it could just be a very clever, allegorical reference to The Commander, "Jimmy The One" & the "Joss-Man" .. three complete tits, if ever I met any ..

  2. You're right. It's just impossible to find a decent pic of slease these days.

  3. I'm not sure it's a spoof - I have a feeling that some daft bint actually had a "third" tit implanted.....

  4. Ancient and tattered airman3 May 2011 at 23:32

    And there was me thinking that you meant the definition of a nautical mile was incomplete! (It is!) But you meant the ugh......

  5. Captain Haddock3 May 2011 at 23:46

    If its a Kai-Tai, there were none of them in the Ville in my day either ..

    Strictly Bugis Street only .. ;)

  6. It's the three-titted totty off Total Recall.

    Any (real) bloke knows that it would be much more sensible for girlies to have just one boob.

    In the middle.

    I'll get me coat.


  7. You are about to become fashionable, Sir. Engineering is suddenly the cool subject. I've met several young folk who are competing like mad for places on engineering courses and they are specifying that it is a marine engineer they want to be.

    I'm assuming it is the engineering which interests them but it would appear the life has other attractions.

  8. WOAR.

    Mind you, when they find out the hours they maybe expected to work, they might change their minds.

  9. "Engineering is suddenly the cool subject."

    For some of us it always has been...

    I think I may have impressed one young lad yesterday when I waved a magic wand over an old kit car's ex MGB engine. Some of us are old enough to remember how to set up contact breakers and twin SU carburettors!


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