How do you spot a sailor in a crowd?

[Nostrodamus]

So how can you spot a fellow sailor in a large crowd?

Is it the sun tan on just one side of the face, the unshaven appearance (and that’s just the wife), the clothes they wear which would only attract the attention of the fashion police, the bulging pocket from the cork key ring, the smell, the “I came on a motorbike hair “or the one pint he has been holding all night as he cannot afford any more.

How do you spot a sailor in a crowd?

 

[Vern]

ha ha, I have also played this game in coastal areas. Some are dead easy.

 

[PilotWolf]

The wet weather gear and lifejacket worn in the high street pub?

W.

 

[yesod]

what is it with the pink trousers?

 

[Nostrodamus]

what is it with the pink trousers?

They are not trousers, just legs that have been out in the sun too long!

 

[Poignard]

... every thumb's a marlinespike, And every finger's a fid.

Old Fid (Bill Lowndes)

I'll sing me a song of the rolling sky,
To the land that's beyond the Main;
To the ebb-tide bell or the salt pork meal,
That I'll never taste me again.

There's many a night I've lied me down,
To hear the teak baulks cry;
To a melody sweet with a shanty-man beat,
As the stars went swimming by.

Don't ask me where I've damn well bin,
Don't ask me what I did;
For every thumb's a marlinespike,
And every finger's a fid.

I mind the times as we were becalmed,
With never a breath for the sheet;
With a red sun so hot that the water would rot,
And the decking would blister your feet.

And then there's the times, as we rounded the Horn,
With a cargo of silk for Cadiz;
The swell roll was so high it were lashing the sky,
Till the whole ruddy world were a fizz!

Don't ask me where I've damn well bin,
Don't ask me what I did;
For every thumb's a marlinespike,
And every finger's a fid.

Be it spices from Java or copra from Yap,
Or a bosun so free with the lash;
It were "Up with the anchor!" and "Run out the spanker!"
And "Damn it, move faster than that!"

I've loved proud women from Spain's lusty land,
And I've seen where the Arab girl sleeps;
And the black girls as well, though they're fiery as hell,
Have all kissed me when silver was cheap.

Don't ask me where I've damn well bin,
Don't ask me what I did;
For every thumb's a marlinespike,
And every finger's a fid.

Lord, how the man's changed from the young cabin boy,
To the old man that sits on this bench!
Now he's too old to fight or to stay out all night
In the company of some pretty wench.

Just an old clipper man who's long past his best years,
He knows that he'll never be free,
From the smell of the tar that once braided his hair,
From the salty old tang of the sea.

Don't ask me where I've damn well bin,
Don't ask me what I did;
For every thumb's a marlinespike,
And every finger's a fid.
####.... Bill Lowndes © ....####

http://www.wtv-zone.com/phyrst/audio/nfld/

 

[Nostrodamus]

Could be one of my favourites Parsifal, never heard it before but has a real smell of the sea about it.

 

[Victoria Sponge]

If it's a man it's the beard and the salty face

 

[Baggy]

A Tilly hat and Ebony brown hands
Chapped lips with flakey burnt skin on the end of their nose....

 

[Quandary]

Its simpler than that, landlubbers all wear socks.

 

[Nostrodamus]

The dog that sleeps anywhere

The people who sway together in a still room or is that just the beer

People who have smiles on their faces, don't just talk about work and wave if they see something that floats.

The ones that break the toilets by pumping the handle and walkout with toilet paper looking for somewhere to put it.

The ones who empty a bag of peanuts down the toilet because they won't have to take it apart afterwards.

 

[OGITD]

Thanks!

 

[Gwylan]

Pink trousers

what is it with the pink trousers?

In our family they are known as "Sloane Sailors"

The trousers and the special brand of old men who wear them

 

[Conachair]

If it's a cruiser then the constant glancing at the bins near the dock for a discarded jubille clip or small bit of teak, and roaming gaze any stainless screws or washers on the ground. Or the mental noting of where Lidl's is, for some cheap german beer and maybe that one useful cheap tool out of a thousand that they have in stock every third week.

 

[Seajet]

The ones who keep a weather eye on the high street and dodge gusts & rain squalls while secretaries in short skirts plough on regardless like the thicker type of mobo.

 

[Poignard]

In our family they are known as "Sloane Sailors"

The trousers and the special brand of old men who wear them

Yes - I know the type you mean.

Even more annoying is the fact that they don't give a toss what you, your family or anyone else thinks of them.

 

[Tidewaiter2]

Oi, Guv, less of the Sloane Arranger...

Yes - I know the type you mean.

Even more annoying is the fact that they don't give a toss what you, your family or anyone else thinks of them.

i got three pairs cos they were being sold at a £10.00 a time in our local chandlers!
Cheaper than jeans, Mate, cheaper than jeans

Oh and I got a nobby reefer for E75 in the St Malo Fishermans Coop two year ago, marked down from the Nauticalia price level( a snip @ £200, Haw, Haw).

Never judge a geezer by the clothes he wears, or a SWMBO either!

but you ARE right about not giving a toss about what others think of you, it comes with age and experience of Life, and finding out what's really important and who you really are.

 

[Tidewaiter2]

Yep, we've cracked that- why is it that when U can afford a decent boat,

If it's a cruiser then the constant glancing at the bins near the dock for a discarded jubille clip or small bit of teak, and roaming gaze any stainless screws or washers on the ground. Or the mental noting of where Lidl's is, for some cheap german beer and maybe that one useful cheap tool out of a thousand that they have in stock every third week.

+1 here, I had to start buying stuff when Tarquin Yachts went bust(again)

 

[Seajet]

I had a nobby reefer once; I told him never to set foot on my boat again.

 

[Nostrodamus]

If its a male under 25 they have bleached blonde hair.
If it is a Mobo owner smoking a cigar is wife will be a quater of his age and have bleached blonde hair.