21st Century Trafalgar

[Wedger]

Sorry guys & gals, not fishy but nautical...............

 

Nelson: "Order the signal, Hardy."

 

Hardy: "Aye, aye sir."

 

Nelson: "Hold on, that's not what I dictated to Flags. What's the

meaning of this?"

 

Hardy: "Sorry sir?"

 

Nelson (reading aloud): "' England expects every person to do his or

her duty, regardless of race, gender, sexual orientation, religious

persuasion or disability.' - What gobbledegook is this?"

 

Hardy: "Admiralty policy, I'm afraid, sir. We're an equal

opportunities employer now. We had the devil's own job getting '

England ' past the censors, lest it be considered racist."

 

Nelson: "Gadzooks, Hardy. Hand me my pipe and tobacco."

 

Hardy: "Sorry sir. All naval vessels have now been designated

smoke-free working environments."

 

Nelson: "In that case, break open the rum ration. Let us splice the

mainbrace to steel the men before battle."

 

Hardy: "The rum ration has been abolished, Admiral. Its part of the

Government's policy on binge drinking."

 

Nelson: "Good heavens, Hardy. I suppose we'd better get on with it

........... full speed ahead."

 

Hardy: "I think you'll find that there's a 4 knot speed limit in this

stretch of water."

 

Nelson: "Damn it man! We are on the eve of the greatest sea battle in

history. We must advance with all dispatch. Report from the crow's

nest please."

 

Hardy: "That won't be possible, sir."

 

Nelson: "What?"

 

Hardy: "Health and Safety have closed the crow's nest, sir. No

harness; and they said that rope ladders don't meet regulations. They

won't let anyone up there until a proper scaffolding can be erected."

 

Nelson: "Then get me the ship's carpenter without delay, Hardy."

 

Hardy: "He's busy knocking up a wheelchair access to the foredeck

Admiral."

 

Nelson: "Wheelchair access? I've never heard anything so absurd."

 

Hardy: "Health and safety again, sir. We have to provide a

barrier-free environment for the differently abled."

 

Nelson: "Differently abled? I've only one arm and one eye and I refuse

even to hear mention of the word. I didn't rise to the rank of admiral

by playing the disability card."

 

Hardy: "Actually, sir, you did. The Royal Navy is under represented in

the areas of visual impairment and limb deficiency."

 

Nelson: "Whatever next? Give me full sail. The salt spray beckons."

 

Hardy: "A couple of problems there too, sir. Health and safety won't

let the crew up the rigging without hard hats. And they don't want

anyone breathing in too much salt - haven't you seen the adverts?"

 

Nelson: "I've never heard such infamy. Break out the cannon and tell

the men to stand by to engage the enemy."

 

Hardy: "The men are a bit worried about shooting at anyone, Admiral."

 

Nelson: "What? This is mutiny!"

 

Hardy: "It's not that, sir. It's just that they're afraid of being

charged with murder if they actually kill anyone. There's a couple of

legal-aid lawyers on board, watching everyone like hawks."

 

Nelson: "Then how are we to sink the Frenchies and the Spanish?"

 

Hardy: "Actually, sir, we're not."

 

Nelson: "We're not?"

 

Hardy: "No, sir. The French and the Spanish are our European partners

now. According to the Common Fisheries Policy, we shouldn't even be in

this stretch of water. We could get hit with a claim for

compensation."

 

Nelson: "But you must hate a Frenchman as you hate the devil."

 

Hardy: "I wouldn't let the ship's diversity co-ordinator hear you

saying that sir. You'll be up on disciplinary report."

 

Nelson: "You must consider every man an enemy, who speaks ill of your

King."

 

Hardy: "Not any more, sir. We must be inclusive in this multicultural

age. Now put on your Kevlar vest; it's the rules. It could save your

life"

 

Nelson: "Don't tell me - health and safety. Whatever happened to rum,

sodomy and the lash?"

 

Hardy: As I explained, sir, rum is off the menu! And there's a ban on

corporal punishment."

 

Nelson: "What about sodomy?"

 

Hardy: "I believe that is now legal, sir."

 

Nelson: "In that case............................... kiss me, Hardy.

 

 

 

 

 

[boybilly]

Tickled me that one.

[great white]

I think my lad wants a word with you Trevor

[Bob F]

Cripes, I'll never again ask anyone for a kiss when I catch a cod.

[Jim]

Quote Charlie Chapman.

" I think my lad wants a word with you Trevor "

 

And he's a BIG Lad too Trev !

 

Jim

[Adam F]

Brilliant!!

 

What HAS the Navy come to!!

[codpiece]

OOOoooooooer ''hello sailor''