Bernie Howard - Rum Bum and Baccy

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From being chased along a beach by a pack of wolves in Mombasa to being told to get lost by film star Jack Palance, Bernie Howard's mates loved hearing his stories about his time in the Navy so much that he decided to put them all in a book.
Rum, Bum and Baccy is a collection of short stories about Bernie's life as a sailor in the Royal and Merchant navies in the 1960s and 1970s, beginning with his training at HMS Ganges in Ipswich as a 15-year-old in 1962.
"Nobody in my family or anyone I knew had been in the Navy, but for some reason I just always wanted to go to sea," says Bernie, who ran the Cavendish Stores on Cavendish Road in Highams Park after he left the navy, from 1977 to 1983. «I wanted to travel, to see different parts of the world. It was the adventure of it, I suppose.»
As a schoolboy in Swaffham in Norfolk, Bernie and his classmates would be visited by prospective employers from the likes of the fishing fleet and the Merchant Navy, but when someone from the Royal Navy came, he was sold. Bernie stayed in the Royal Navy until 1971, when he joined the Merchant Navy, working for Shell, and sailing on some of the biggest super tankers in the world.
"The comradeship was great in the Royal Navy," remembers Bernie, 67, who now lives in Peterborough, "but you lived in such tight conditions, there'd be 36 of us living in a very small room. In the Merchant Navy, you got your own cabin, you had your own toilet and shower, there were gymnasiums and television rooms on the ship – luxury compared to the Royal Navy! And the food was fantastic as well, some of the best food I've ever had.

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RUM, BUM

and

BACCY

True Tales of a Sailor in the

1960s and 70s

Bernie Howard

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MY Books

Copyright © B J Howard 2014

Cover design by B J Howard ©

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopy, recording or otherwise, without prior written permission of the copyright owner. Nor can it be circulated in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without similar condition including this condition being imposed on a subsequent purchaser.

British Library Cataloguing Publication Data.

A catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library

ISBN 978-0-7552-1650-5

Introduction

In the years since leaving the sea there have been many times whilst in conversation that I have had said to me that I should write a book.

Some of the tales I’ve written about are over forty years old and it has been great for me to recall memories of people, places and times of my life at sea in the Royal and Merchant Navy in the nineteen sixties and seventies.

I would like to thank the people who prompted me to write this and especially my good friend Allan Child who in so doing has brought about fond memories of times that shouldn’t be forgotten.

Contents

Chapter 1 – Ganges

Chapter 2 – Walter Raleigh

Chapter 3 – Pompey

Chapter 4 – Rum alias Grog or The Tot

Chapter 5 – Gib

Chapter 6 – Alan T Smith

Chapter 7 – Subic Bay

Chapter 8 – My Claim to Fame

Chapter 9 – Tales of Mombasa

Chapter 10 – Cape Town & Durban during Apartheid

Chapter 11 – St Helena

Chapter 12 – Singers

Chapter 13 – The Bugler

Chapter 14 – DQs Detention Quarters

Chapter 15 – Sexual and other Diseases

Chapter 16 – Runs Ashore in London

Chapter 17 – Dirty Dicks

Chapter 18 – The Unforgettable Aussie Gaye

Chapter 19 – Japan

Chapter 20 – Baccy

Chapter 21 – Freetown

Chapter 22 – Aden

Chapter 23 – Shot at, Locked up, Stripped, Merry Christmas

Chapter 24 – A Run Ashore that went Wrong

Chapter 25 – Guinea Pig

Chapter 26 – Young and Old

Chapter 27 – Bahrein

My Favourite Poem

Good Lord above send down a dove

With wings as sharp as razors

To cut the throats

Of them there blokes

Who sell bad beer to sailors.

Definition of a Dance

Naval encounter without the loss of seamen.

Chapter 1 – Ganges

I was always going to sea when I left school, God knows why, as there had never been a sailor in my family, and the only ships I‘d ever seen were rowing boats at Hunstanton. In those days, prospective employers came to your school to head hunt, so when someone came from the Merchant Navy I went along and listened. Everything sounded great until the bit where you had to pay for uniform and training, and although not much, I did not think that my father’s wage would cover the halfpence of tar they cost. It was the same thing with the Fishing Fleet, and then along came the Royal Navy. Not only was there nothing to pay but you got paid. I was sold.

I had my medical in London on my fifteenth birthday having previously passed the entrance exams, so in the early summer of 1962 I was off. My father took me to Swaffham Station and as the Norwich train pulled in he told me, as he pushed me onto the train, that I didn’t have to go if I didn’t want to, placed half a crown in my hand and shut the door.

On arrival at Norwich I made the short walk to the Recruiting Office on Prince of Wales Road, where the rest of the Norfolk conscripts were waiting. A burly petty officer, who seemed like he’d had a tot too many, told us he hated Geordies and warned us to look out for them. He gave us the Queen’s shilling and sent us back to the station to catch the Ipswich train where we began our journey to HMS Ganges.

Ganges was a boy’s training establishment at Shotley which was just a few miles from Ipswich; being the size of a small town it housed two thousand two hundred boys and a few hundred ship’s company. By looking over the water you could see the ports of Harwich and Felixstowe.

On arriving at Ipswich we were met by lads not much older than us but in uniform, and petty officers who told us to wait together until the next train came in, then we would be taken by lorry to a place called the Annex.

The next train pulled in and out jumped what looked like a Borstal contingent. These lads looked bigger than us; all dressed in “TeddyBoy” suits or leather jackets and jeans, D. A. haircuts, sideburns, they looked tough and a voice behind me said, “Jocks and Geordies”. So this was a Geordie, obviously a Jock’s friend. Now us lads from Norfolk were mainly in school uniform, some even in short trousers, so we felt very intimidated.

We were now bundled into wagons with R.N. painted on the doors. A few miles up the road we passed HMS Ganges and pulled up at our destination – the Annex.

For the next six weeks we were prepared for life at Ganges, kitted out with uniforms, work clothes, sports kit and anything else we needed. We said goodbye to our civilian clothes and the next thing was hair cuts. So it was off for a quick visit to Shotley, the Ganges barber. Shotley could scalp a boy in seconds flat, so this visit didn’t take long. Now wearing the same clothes and with bald heads, we all looked the same, and the only way we could tell a Geordie or Jock from the rest was by not having a clue what they were saying. It wasn’t long, however, that we all picked up bits of each other’s lingo, dropped certain bits, and somehow formed our own language.

The Annexe was horrific – up at half past five in the morning for a freezing shower, double everywhere (run), no talking, no smiling, nothing on bread, no sugar, no toilet doors, no TV or radio, and after having been screamed at ’til seven o’clock in the evening, we retired to bed. Here we had to keep complete silence, but after only a few minutes some unfortunate would start crying or sneeze or a moth would fart. Screaming would start up again. Up we’d get, put all of our newly gained kit into our kit bags, go out to the Parade Ground with kit bags on our shoulders, and we’d run round and round until someone collapsed. I’ve done this in the pouring rain in pyjamas.

After a couple of weeks we had to march into Ganges to climb the mast. Our instruction for this was that it’s 142 feet high and has a net a dozen feet from the ground. Should you fall from halfway up, apparently you’d bounce off the net and go through the Post Office roof. If, however, you were near to the top, the net would make you into chips. There were P.T.I’s (physical training instructors) at different footage on the mast, which we thought were to help if you were in any difficulty; however, their purpose was, should you freeze in fear as many did, to scurry above the unfortunates and jam on their hands. Anyway, it must have worked because we all passed without anyone being chipped.

Being in the Navy you had to be able to swim and should you not pass the given test, you became a backward swimmer and had to go to the swimming pool at six o’clock in the morning every day until passing. First of all, you had to put on freezing cold, soaking wet overalls and then, lined up around the deep end, you’d get pushed in one by one. Then sink or swim. If you swam to the side – great, if you sank they’d hook you out with poles then, apparently to teach you quicker, you’d get pushed off the top board. This worked for me and I passed in three days.

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