British Seagull Cap

[LONG_KEELER]

is currently hanging in the garage feeling lonely..

You remember that ad "You are never alone with a Strand"
How about this Seagull ad . Never alone with..........
A benefit of having a rotor perhaps ?

I wonder if she was Tranona's secretary ?

 

[Kukri]

Does fishing one out from the bottom of a Lysander, that all but sank in Michael Fishes gale count?.
Turned it upside down emptied it out.. Filled with fresh fuel... started second Pull..

The Seagull Silver century Plus (fan prop) with large fuel tank and 20:1 needles fitted, is currently hanging in the garage feeling lonely..

It needs a friend. Buy it a Forty.

 

[fisherman]

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With no apology whatsoever I offer my Seagull Song, written a couple of years ago.
I have to say, my 102 with clutch gives me little or no trouble.....I have a couple of Yams as well.
Evotek is the local Seagull expert, he sends two or three a week away, mostly to third world countries.

The Seagull Song.
(To the tune of the Good Ship Calabar, or any 8 beat tune)
(Finger firmly in ear)​

Come gather round you sailor men and listen to my song, It's only several verses and I won't detain ye long,
Concerning of a fishing trip and our unhappy fate, Out of Cadgwith in a boat I borrowed off me mate.

Our noble ship was GRP and fully twelve feet long, And as we pushed out on the sea our hearts were full of song,
But it would be our downfall I was very soon to learn, The bloody seagull outboard that was clamped upon the stern.

Now when I saw that Devil's work, me heart was damn near broke, But I opened up the fuel tap and I applied the choke,
I gave the starter cord a pull, but was too rash I fear, The knot in the end of the starter cord caught the missus round the ear.

Now she called me a couple of names as she moved up to the front, One of them was idiot, the other one was ---n't,
Twas then that she berated me with words exceeding cruel, She said 'you are a bloody twat, you didn't check the fuel'.

I took the top from off the tank and then I peered inside, And bugger me she was quite right, the tank it was bone dry
A Seagull needs a mix of oil and fuel as we all know, And one pint to the gall-eye-on, it was the ray-shy-oh.

I groped amongst the fishing gear strewed all about me feet, Until a I found a can of petrol underneath the seat
I looked round for a funnel, but I sadly drew a blank, I splashed the petrol all about, and some went in the tank.

Twas then that I decided to check the ignish-eye-on. I took the spark plug out and scraped the points until they shone,
I laid the plug upon the tank, and I attached the wire, I pulled the cord, I saw a spark, and the whole damn thing caught fire.

I took my oilskin jacket off and I beat out the flames, Then I attacked that en-gy-on with all me might and main,
I cursed it and I kicked it, pulled the cord as ne'er before, Then all at once to my surprise it started with a roar.

I had let go the tiller, the throttle opened wide, We shot round in a circle and I fell over the side,
The missus stopped the engine and she hooked me with the gaff, I wasn't expecting sympathy, but she didn't need to laugh.

For sixty minutes or an hour we drifted tempest tossed, And battered by enormous seas until all hope was lost,
Twas then through all the mist and spray we spied cape Man o' War, We got the oars and rollocks out and pulled the boat for shore.

We hauled the boat up on the beach and we jumped in the car. Roared off to Robin Curnow's shop, to buy a Yamaha,
Come all you jolly say-lie-ors, who'd sail the seven seas, Don't have a Seagull outboard boys--get one that's Japanese.