We had a loco driver down the pit called Fruit. Buggered if I recall his real name but Fruit was named thus on account of calling everyone else Fruit.

I'm disgusted at you Steve! Fruit is a term of endearment. Since when did our nautical censorship officer deserve such affection? Oh, hang on. It was Bill. He reckons the internet is real. Oh grapefruit......

I assume Mr Sailor must send pm messages telling the homophobic and misogynist members how the rules work, because whenever anybody advocates bigotry, offending large numbers of people, some being Mudcat members, he doesn't shout.

Yet when my learned Co Messiah or I ditch the diplomacy in retaliation to awful comments, we get some rules or other thrown in our faces.

Here's a rule. William the Bastard. 1066 - 1087.

Last day enjoying the piste and the Savayard hospitality. Back up reality tomorrow.

Mudcat never was.

Ok I'll qualify that. BS section never was. I get a hell of a lot from the real Mudcat above. It's just the pompous bullshit down here that makes me laugh. Together with certain people abusing knowledge if my email address gleaned through access to membership details in order to say privately what they don't have courage of conviction of to say publicly.

That was disappointing. Not least as it tends to alter opinions of people you thought were the good guys.