Thanks Sugs. Common sense prevails.

I spent best part of two years on the carrier Victorious (814 sqdn). Chicken on a Raft was still fried egg on fried bread, though few had heard of Cyril Tawney. He was a civvy by then having bought himself out with the proceeds of his TV appearances. He was then kick-starting the folk revival in the West Country based in Guz.

I knew him really well in the 70s and 80s, when I organised his tours of clubs in the north London home county area. He was a mean uckers player too.

Cyril slept in my bed many times, albeit with Rosemary, whilst Annie and I kipped on the lounge floor.

One great uckers occasion was with the late Cyril, the late Johnny Collins, the extant Chris Snook and me, at the late Nigel Matimong's house in Chesham. Three tiffs there. Johnny was never a matelot, but he spent a lot of time in Singapore and knew the rules of uckers. Chris is a civvy, but was an RN groupie then.

And by heck, did we shift some booze.

Tone