Bucket 'n' Chuck it

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If you are thinking about dispensing with your loo in favour of the above method, here is an passage from my hopefully forthcoming book (if I ever get it finished!) on the JAC08 and preparation for same, that may be of use. I've used it in a few talks that I have given on the subject and have been asked repeatedly for a copy so here goes:


Bucket Drill

On my trip to the start at Plymouth, I found that the sea toilet had cracked and was leaking water into the boat. Fortunately this was flushing water but on inspection proved not easily remedied. I gained some storage space and saved a little weight by removing the object. This meant that I would have to use the time honoured ‘bucket and chuck it’ method. This is yet another subject that tends to get sidelined in instructional books. After all, one uses the bucket then tips the content overboard, end of story! Not a bit of it dear reader for there is a skill required that could usefully be practised ashore. More about that in a minute but first let’s look to the bucket itself. The best ones to have are those used in the building industry for mixing concrete. These are of heavy rubber construction with a good strong handle to which you should splice about a 2-metre lanyard. Boyo’s is the deluxe model as he has a piece of foam (the kind used for insulating central heating pipes) which he slots onto the rim to protect his delicate botty from the rusty handle. Assuming that you have acquired a suitable receptacle, hold tight to that rope and recite to yourself, the mantra; “Careful, this is the only bucket I’ve got”. This is a useful practice even if you have dozens of buckets because it tends to turn on the safety button in ones brain. Not only do you not want to lose the bucket, if you aren't securely braced, the drag on that bucket could have you overboard! From your well-braced position, draw up a couple of pints of water.

Shore Practice

We will go away from the sea for the rest of the practise session, as it is probably easier to explain to the landsman using more familiar objects from his world. Find yourself a good roller coaster, Boyo’s nearest at Flamingo Land amusement park is ideal. Taking your bucket with its water, climb into the third or fourth car. Even I am not stupid enough to try bucket drill on the bow! Enjoy the view while the car climbs up to the top and starts to freewheel. This is the time to place the bucket on the floor, drop your drawers and assume pixie like position on top of the receptacle whilst at all times holding onto the pail with one hand and the car with the other. The ride will plummet vertically down with you floating about 2 inches above the bucket, itself a similar distance from the floor. Pulling out of its dive, the ride will slam the bucket into the floor and your posterior further into said bucket than you previously thought possible. The following 2g turn will take you completely by surprise but by now you should be ready for the reversal to follow milliseconds later. You manfully try to complete your business as you experience the loop and rattle into another turn this time at 3g. If you have not produced something by now, you are probably terminally constipated and completely beyond hope!
Assuming the deed has been done, now comes the interesting part of the exercise. Remember that both hands are in action bracing yourself and the bucket against the gyrations of the wild ride. You must lever your bum out of the bucket in order to give room for a third hand to administer the loo roll. “Not enough hands!” I hear you cry. Try bracing a shoulder against a nearby bulkhead or seat. It gets a bit painful at times but I’ve found it to work quite well. It has now become even more essential that you do not lose hold of that bucket while you struggle back into your oilies. To simulate the journey from companionway into the cockpit, climb over into the next car. The ride is really getting going now, swooping and turning while you strive to cling on, so you should really be using your harness if only to practice keeping it out of the bucket! Take up a suitably braced position, lean well out and tip the contents clear of the ride. The ride will of course slam into another gut wrenching turn ensuring that either; the contents will stay put or conversely, you will go with them! It’s a bit of a lottery but the variety keeps life interesting. If your roller coaster is one of those ‘water-splash’ things then you can complete the drill by dunking the bucket for cleaning purposes, remembering of course to chant the mantra as before and take up a well-braced position.
Some sailors would advocate only using the bucket in the cockpit. In this case the above still applies, just choose a cold and rainy day for your practise!
This dear reader is far closer to the reality of ‘bucket drill’ out on the ocean than you will ever have imagined and is the main reason that I soon as I return from this trip, I will be re-installing a proper loo!
(Note: It's best to visit your roller-coaster very early in the morning in order to avoid the 'funny looks' from the other riders followed by immediate eviction from the facility!!)

Hope this helps
'Boyo' Jewitt (Golden Dragon)
 
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Way back in my trawler days we had a female cook join the crew who had a major problem with bucket and chuck it method, even though we supplied her with her very own bucket, well a cut down 20 litre drum to be precise.

We ended up with a small frame welded over the stern with a real toilet seat set in it, this was surrounded by a simple timber frame on 3 sides and a canvas coating.

Then we had to get used the 'eyes front' order, followed by 'as you were'.

Odd thing is it never broke down and used no power nor water, never needed flushing, never caused an evacuation due to stench.

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Thanks, Graham! A propos:


ODE TO A CRACKED TOILET BUCKET
(Composed at sea, July 2009)

Oh bucket, now the shine of youth is gone,
Four years of faithful service nearly done,
Now that thy frame grows frailer by the day,
Time’s vigours flush thy waning life away,
Let us not grieve nor rue thy final hours,
But celebrate thy elemetary powers.
Oh bucket, though thou art no Grecian urn
In thee a rugged beauty I discern,
Thy role in life to be no ornament
But aid the pleasures of a penny spent.
No loving artist shaped thy now-cracked rim,
Leaning to some wild artistic whim.
No statue thou, hewn to marbled hips,
Nor Roman chalice raised to thirsting lips.
No palms will ever grasp thee with delight
Save those of he caught short on curry night.
From a factory cam’st thou, with a thousand more,
Brought by container from a distant shore.
But now, all faded, cracked and stained
Hast thou to personality attained.
I would know thee in a sea of pails
By sight, by touch, by smell when all else fails.
So many hours hast thou beneath me spent
Joined flesh to flesh in happy sacrament,
We are as one, oh bucket, thou and I,
Betrothed, to have and hold until we die.
Think of the winds and waves and stormy oceans
Thou hast endured to take my daily motions;
Day and night exposed in cockpit well
Thou must have known a kind of living hell.
Just once a day hast thou the cabin shared -
A minute’s warmth beneath a bottom bared.
Such scant reward for one who, wet or dry,
Awaits a daily tribute from on high.
Think too of all the secrets thou must hold,
Such intimacies that remain untold.
What thou hast known and seen surpass belief,
Eye-witness to the basics of relief.
No smug and probing doctor with his glove
Has ever seen such showerings from above
Or viewed, in every detail, from below,
Such things as thou, oh bucket, know.
Would, bucket, that thou hadst the power of speech,
The lessons of thy little life to teach.
Only thou, who knowst the nether end of man,
Could share with us the secrets of the pan.
The whole of this world’s daily round
Within thy compass could be found.
Like Hume or Kant thou surely must believe
That life is nought save what we each perceive.
What thou hast seen must surely give the clue
That all depends upon one’s point of view.
Thou hast by now undoubtedly deduced
To what all man’s endeavours are reduced.
From time to time may lofty thoughts men spout
But daily, without fail, the truth must out.
And thou, one round all-seeing eye,
Man’s darkest secrets doth espy.
Nothing from thee is ever fully shielded,
No hidden truth can pass thee by unyielded.
Thou knowst the heart and soul and guts of man
And feelst the weight of anguish in thy can.
Man may put on a fine and fancy face
But nought can fool inspection by thy base.
And so, brave bucket, I now fare thee well.
Speed on thy way, to heaven, or to hell.
I’ll miss thee, friend, though thou be chipped and battered.
Thank God I never missed thee when it mattered.

©2009 Roger D Taylor. All rights reserved.
 
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Thanks, Graham! A propos:


ODE TO A CRACKED TOILET BUCKET
(Composed at sea, July 2009)

Oh bucket, now the shine of youth is gone,
Four years of faithful service nearly done,
Now that thy frame grows frailer by the day,
Time’s vigours flush thy waning life away,
Let us not grieve nor rue thy final hours,
But celebrate thy elemetary powers.
Oh bucket, though thou art no Grecian urn
In thee a rugged beauty I discern,
Thy role in life to be no ornament
But aid the pleasures of a penny spent.
No loving artist shaped thy now-cracked rim,
Leaning to some wild artistic whim.
No statue thou, hewn to marbled hips,
Nor Roman chalice raised to thirsting lips.
No palms will ever grasp thee with delight
Save those of he caught short on curry night.
From a factory cam’st thou, with a thousand more,
Brought by container from a distant shore.
But now, all faded, cracked and stained
Hast thou to personality attained.
I would know thee in a sea of pails
By sight, by touch, by smell when all else fails.
So many hours hast thou beneath me spent
Joined flesh to flesh in happy sacrament,
We are as one, oh bucket, thou and I,
Betrothed, to have and hold until we die.
Think of the winds and waves and stormy oceans
Thou hast endured to take my daily motions;
Day and night exposed in cockpit well
Thou must have known a kind of living hell.
Just once a day hast thou the cabin shared -
A minute’s warmth beneath a bottom bared.
Such scant reward for one who, wet or dry,
Awaits a daily tribute from on high.
Think too of all the secrets thou must hold,
Such intimacies that remain untold.
What thou hast known and seen surpass belief,
Eye-witness to the basics of relief.
No smug and probing doctor with his glove
Has ever seen such showerings from above
Or viewed, in every detail, from below,
Such things as thou, oh bucket, know.
Would, bucket, that thou hadst the power of speech,
The lessons of thy little life to teach.
Only thou, who knowst the nether end of man,
Could share with us the secrets of the pan.
The whole of this world’s daily round
Within thy compass could be found.
Like Hume or Kant thou surely must believe
That life is nought save what we each perceive.
What thou hast seen must surely give the clue
That all depends upon one’s point of view.
Thou hast by now undoubtedly deduced
To what all man’s endeavours are reduced.
From time to time may lofty thoughts men spout
But daily, without fail, the truth must out.
And thou, one round all-seeing eye,
Man’s darkest secrets doth espy.
Nothing from thee is ever fully shielded,
No hidden truth can pass thee by unyielded.
Thou knowst the heart and soul and guts of man
And feelst the weight of anguish in thy can.
Man may put on a fine and fancy face
But nought can fool inspection by thy base.
And so, brave bucket, I now fare thee well.
Speed on thy way, to heaven, or to hell.
I’ll miss thee, friend, though thou be chipped and battered.
Thank God I never missed thee when it mattered.

©2009 Roger D Taylor. All rights reserved.

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Thanks, Graham! A propos:


ODE TO A CRACKED TOILET BUCKET
(Composed at sea, July 2009)


Betrothed, to have and hold until we die.


©2009 Roger D Taylor. All rights reserved.

Eric will be along in a minute to tell us he carries three buckets but then the French are known to have a more relaxed attitude to relationships. But I think in the line above from Roger's verse I now understand why I am faithful to my one bucket. Not a sturdy builder's bucket, no fancy colours, but old black plastic with a misshapen rusty handle, tied with a lanyard of old wornout frayed halyard.
 

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Fantastic!.....THANKS!!!

BEST ONE IN A LONG TIME!:D
I can hardly see the screen.:D
My family are giving me strange glances from all this laughter so early in the day....and the fact that I nearly choked on my tea!:D
Poetry in motion...or what!:D:D:D
 

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My yellow bucket...when I was 13 years old!!!

Eric will be along in a minute to tell us he carries three buckets but then the French are known to have a more relaxed attitude to relationships. But I think in the line above from Roger's verse I now understand why I am faithful to my one bucket. Not a sturdy builder's bucket, no fancy colours, but old black plastic with a misshapen rusty handle, tied with a lanyard of old wornout frayed halyard.

Bonsoir
As a good boy, I'll obey to John... with reasonable delay to preserve my independant spirit!

When I was 13 years old on my very unconfortable and un-watter proof (from above and under) old gaffer we already had a backet loo !
It was a dedicatted, build for the purpose, yellow backet with a rounded confortable to the ace top and a lid.
A grand ma backet from the time were collective loos were the norm and were the familly backet would be poored in the common loo in the morning.
It has been lost under unknown circonstances.

It was much more confortable than my actual devoided concrete backet...
The lid was a security and stress preventer device during the post operation transit phases...

I'm lasting for my yellow backet!!!
Amicalement
Eric
 
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