Just as an afterthought, the torpedo tube behind me, No. 8 is where we used to keep our beer in, it was like a fridge and every night about 7pm I used to collect the beer ration for the forward mess and towards the end of the trip which lasted three to four weeks I had to crawl right into the tube, very scary.
By the way Drewps, when we were in Manchester I was befriended by two brothers from Deansgate. They were a bit rough and ready and a couple of hard nuts (always swearing) but they were great.
We used to meet most days for a drink in their local, but one Sunday I didn't turn up because I thought that they would be having Sunday lunch with their perspective wives.
But little did I know they arranged a slap up Sunday dinner for me at one of their houses so they could introduce me to their wives.
Believe it or not that even to this day I still feel so guilty about it because when I met up with them on Monday they just shrugged it off as if it was no big deal. Although I could read between the lines they were disappointed.