No problems on the train: on the way out to Bridgnorth we sang exclusively railway songs, but the steward requested "What shall we do with the drunken sailor"; and a different train crew on the return journey were happy for us to sing sea songs all the way to Kidderminster.

In the station bar at Bridgnorth were 50+ Shellbacks and perhaps 6 other customers. In view of the inhospitable attitude of the relief manager (who is usually steward at the local Conservative Club, according to some locals who joined us), we all went into town and found a pub where we were welcome to sing for the tow hours before the train back.

If he'd let us stay and sing, he would have sold enough beer to pay for a year's PEL!

WassaiL! V