Archive for October, 2007

Long walk

Spijkenisse

You nearly never get time off to go ashore on these short hops around Europe, and when you do you grab the chance. But sometimes it is worth checking the map before you bravely step off into the unknown beyond the ships gangway.
Ships port of call: Rotterdam, if you can use the broad sense of the term Rotterdam, the way Ryanair call a military airfield Frankfurt(Hahn), as I soon discovered after trekking through an oil refinery and surprising the security guard. The first roadsign I saw was the above, if I had had a bicycle I would have been able to use one of my old school friends phrases ” where would you be going with no bell on your bike, yer knickers ringing and a string bag full of smarties”, needless to say that mode of transport shank’s pony was not going to carry me 14km to the centre of Rotterdam, so I went for the closer option Spijkenisse. A pleasant suburb drowned in the drone of motorway noise, and fairly souless. Better than staring at a grey harbour full of tanks and ships all afternoon, but not much better. I took a taxi back.

Berties pay rise

No need for a whip around now. Just give yourself a massive pay rise. This must be a tactical move to take the heat off, I wonder how the spin doctors figured it out…….

“OK Bertie, lots of bad press at the minute, we have to do something to make you look better in the public eye….”

Lots of head scratching and holding of chins and pointing the frames of eye glasses towards pie charts and graphs, then folding arms across chests, humming and hawing, suddenly one spin doctor has a glowing light bulb over his head and the sound of an old cash register is heard from nowhere in particular…kaching ching….

“OK Bertie we give you a f..k off large pay rise then nobody will think about anything else other than that, and everyone will forget about the other stuff!”

Cheers all round and off down to the Horseshoe Bar for elevenses.

Another victory for Irish politics.

The one about the US navy in the Irish sea……

I heard this told as a joke years ago, then some clever Swedish guy made an ad for Silva compasses with it!

It has been on Swedish TV, not so sure it would go down so well in Amurikay!

The bleedin’ obvious

And your chosen subject is? The bleedin’ obvious.

Our rules and regulations sometimes go beyond a joke and into the sublime regions of the twilight zone and the “more than me jobs worth” attitude kicks in, first though a small glossary to assist the land lubber in understanding what I am going on about.

Tank cleaning: fairly obvious this one, the process of preparing tanks for the next cargo, usually by washing with hot water or other methods.

Gas free: The atmosphere in a cargo tank must have no explosive gas, and for the technically knowledgeable that is below 1% LEL

LEL: lower explosive limit of a gas, I won’t go any further on this definition.

Inerted: Tanks are inerted with a gas to below 8% oxygen.

Now a story of the triumph of rules over reason, aka common dog f..k.

We arrived at a certain port with tanks clean and ready for loading, furthermore the tanks were gas free and had a breathable atmosphere having been ventilated for 12 hours, to facilitate the gas freeing the cargo hatches had been opened at the final phase, round covers about 1½ metres in diameter you can see all the way to the bottom of the tank 12 meters down if you have a flashlight. If you look in you can see that the tank is empty and clean and there is no liquid whatsoever of any shape or form, it is dry in other words.

If you wanted you could go in the tank and look around and reemerge unscathed still breathing in fact you would have been invigorated from your experience, ok point made the tanks are clean and the atmosphere safe.

Enter tweedle dumb and tweedle dumber,

TDTD….are the tanks inert?

ME no they are gas free and clean.

TDTD Then we must carry out a closed inspection.

ME eh? Why? the tanks are clean and dry and have fresh air in them, I have just been for a walk down there and am unscathed nay invigorated.

TDTD The rules say if the tanks are not inerted then we must carry out a closed inspection.

ME, ok but all the tanks are open and have fresh air in them, what do the rules say about that?

TDTD The rules say if the tanks are not inerted then we must carry out a closed inspection.

ME is there an echo in here or have you a parrot in your pocket, come on guys live a little, a bit of common sense here?

TDTD (producing a well thumbed tome of rules and regulations and leafing to page whatever subsection blah) The rules say…….

ME (throwing eyes up to heaven) OK, closed inspection it is…..

Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle dumber proceeded to the deck and looked through the near opaque glass inspection hatch, the beam of their flashlight glaring against the glass confounding the view nearly completely, barely a stride away was the open cover with a clear view of the tank……

Later they signed the document that said “Tank Inspection Approved”, even though they were unable to see in the tank but signed anyway, because the rules had to be stuck too, I appealed to their sense of adventure, -now lads the papers are signed everybody is happy, would you like to go for a walk inside one of the tanks?

No sense of humour.

Seals

I am trying out this youtube lark. Here is a silent movie of seals that were playing by the ship when we were at anchor off Cape Town. It has taken me since then to figure out how to work the Youtube!
One of the seals was holding up his tail with one arm and paddling with the other, and snorting out or sneezing, quite bizarre.

Anyway enjoy this short clip.

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