after leaving the london in 1965,i was drafted to cochrane, what a shock that was, the duncansby head and girdleness were in a right state cockies everywhere,and drunks never seen so many in the forenoons,the powers that be must have given up ,even saw one guy at tot time, go round in 8s then gum boots on/off burberry untile the ood tapped him on the shoulder "i think six is enough for anyone.being young and skin i had to place my campbed under the bloody goffa machine and when the drunks came off they lost their bloody sixpences and rummaged around,they even puked on me.i did have two wins though while on 9s i was cleaning the reg office and in a drawer found a wad of rum cards the type that looked like a bus ticket,then i got my draft hms barnstone asked the reg whats that, he just shrugged and said she is in the basin be there tomorrow get a haircut,now that was a strange ship.