When I was a kid, Dad worked in London Docks and he taught us quite a few knots, including 'bowline on the bight'. We used to call it 'bowline on the bike' just to hear him correct us.
Never had to use one though.

Whenever I buy any rope nowadays, I can't resist cutting it up into lashings with an eye splice in one end and a dog's cock in the other.

Bert.