It was about 30 years ago that I had the tour. It was conducted by a leading seaman electronic warfare branch who whisked us round at a fair rate of knots while uttering the words that he had been taught, words that in some cases were just downright wrong. Things like the square wooden plates used gave rise to the expression a good square meal, and the serving up of rum (which was more often small beer in home waters). At any event I could indulge in the old joke at the raised brass plaque that marks where Nelson fell. I'm not surprised, I nearly tripped over it myself.
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