Choo Choo!!! Off to Plymouth...

Having received an update from the media officer on board HMS Gloucester (below, sailing past HMS Daring, the new Type 45 destroyer, and our replacement eventually), and been made aware of the latest blogging regulations, (I had decided to stop blogging for a while, just to be sure I wasn't causing trouble), I am now able to vainly splutter on about almost anything I like.

So where am I?
Well, Plymouth mostly. We're on what the Royal Navy call "BOST" (Basic Operational Sea Training). This is, basically, lots of very experienced officers throwing lots of problems at us, and we have to deal with it for 8 weeks. Oh, and we have a war every Thursday, usually with 3 or 4 other ships, RFA tankers, and plenty of aircraft who seem hell-bent on bombing us all day long. We also have to deal with terrorists, (sometimes they look exactly like Royal Marines), fires, floods, bomb threats, hurricane and earthquake-ravaged towns, dead/dying people, and a broken bridge in need of repair above a stream of red-hot lava. (Last year I fell in...)

After all that, we should be ready to face the world.

More interestingly, whilst having a drink in 'The Barbican' area of Plymouth, I gatecrashed someones 30th birthday celebrations last week, where there was a Beatles tribute band playing. I couldn't help but notice one of my long lost brothers, who was to say the least, highly embarrassed by the occurrence, especially in front of his girlfriend. He did let me have this photo though.