Thread: Political correctness gone mad

Originally Posted by V8Ian

Fitter and turner? They were employed in the kitchen.

Hhmmmm, that could explain a lot. He can't cook either. Not sure about the Washing up sink tho.

Originally Posted by Homestar

I still don’t know who else can give birth - I haven’t worked that out.

Rabbits are famous for it...

FFS, what next?

Originally Posted by Homestar

...JP apologised and agreed they should be using a different term - but I can’t recall what that was.

I still don’t know who else can give birth - I haven’t worked that out.

I think the trendy term now is "birthing parent" to remove the implication of gender in the word "mother" which could be offensive to those that take office at such things.

Originally Posted by Ferret

I think the trendy term now is "birthing parent" to remove the implication of gender in the word "mother" which could be offensive to those that take office at such things.

So, mum isn't mum anymore? Won't she be thrilled.

Originally Posted by 4bee

Blimey! At Woodside I was always out first to the showers, the "Night Watch" kept them stoked up throughout the night. But not always. Bugger the outdoor Temp. We 18 year olde Nashos ( I was deferred NS to enable me to finish my Civvy trade so was 21 on entry) were real hard bastards plus one could pick their nads up on the way back to the Hut.. A real case of "First in best dressed.





bob, I recently discovered my Son in Law did his trade at Nirimba. Fitting &Turning. No idea what year or term it was.

Mental Picture. Ship is going down & a Fitter & Turner is trying to place a protective waterproof cover over his Lathe for the night just as his Instructor required.

Give me a name, I'll find out. The trade part of it was only part of the deal. Upon going to sea , we had to at first follow the stoker path, starting in the bilges, boiler cleans tank cleans, then on to tickets for the machinery carried in the boiler room, then boiler ticket. I was fortunate enough to get my boiler ticket on the Vampire, Foster Wheeler twin furnace controlled superheat boilers. You haven't lived if you haven't steamed one of those boilers during exercises, simulating a torpedo attack on the " enemy ", all manual control, no pussy automatic systems there. Off watch, if you were unlucky, we could be turned to for any emergency maintenance required. Those fitter and turners were trained to a very high degree. The Engineer Officer on Stalwart [ building 205] when approached by a 'tiffie moaning he couldn't get spares, his stock answer was " make a bastard" , and they most often did. After the boiler room we went to the engine room and did it all over again, this time ending in an engine room ticket. The fitting and turning often took a back seat to a myriad of other maintenance tasks. The only downside was that maintenance usually had to wait until the machinery was shut down, and that only happened alongside in some exotic harbour, so our shore time was regulated by how well we carried out maintenance when we could. Sort of a sailors quality control.

Originally Posted by Tins

Rabbits are famous for it...

FFS, what next?

Never heard of Ray Henderson, " the birth of the Blues" 1926? Ray and Louis have.

Sinatra and Louis Armstrong Birth of the Blues - YouTube

Originally Posted by bob10

Give me a name, I'll find out. The trade part of it was only part of the deal. Upon going to sea , we had to at first follow the stoker path, starting in the bilges, boiler cleans tank cleans, then on to tickets for the machinery carried in the boiler room, then boiler ticket. I was fortunate enough to get my boiler ticket on the Vampire, Foster Wheeler twin furnace controlled superheat boilers. You haven't lived if you haven't steamed one of those boilers during exercises, simulating a torpedo attack on the " enemy ", all manual control, no pussy automatic systems there. Off watch, if you were unlucky, we could be turned to for any emergency maintenance required. Those fitter and turners were trained to a very high degree. The Engineer Officer on Stalwart [ building 205] when approached by a 'tiffie moaning he couldn't get spares, his stock answer was " make a bastard" , and they most often did. After the boiler room we went to the engine room and did it all over again, this time ending in an engine room ticket. The fitting and turning often took a back seat to a myriad of other maintenance tasks. The only downside was that maintenance usually had to wait until the machinery was shut down, and that only happened alongside in some exotic harbour, so our shore time was regulated by how well we carried out maintenance when we could. Sort of a sailors quality control.

Like,"Sir The Shaper has had the dick. Will probably take a month to get that repaired unless we can get another from the UK. Then we gotta make that doflicky ****er so that'll be another week."

"I guess we can stand (insert name here) for that long"

I'd like to take a fence to these people who take offence. Hope that offends someone.