I went onboard Minerva for dinner in the wardroom, got shitfaced, woke up in the Chaplins cabin (he was on leave thankfully
), went up top to find myself in San Carlos water, blowing a fookin gale, got put ashore to catch a helicopter from Kelly's Garden, fookin choppers were grounded so had to hang around there for a few hours, hitched a lift on a Wessex carrying mail back to Stanley, then hitched another lift in the back of a fookin Army landrover, got to the jetty and the fookin RN wouldn't put to sea to take us out the the ship, spent the night in Emmas Guest House just off the jetty (that Bus like ugly Pink thing), MOD had to contract a fookin tug to take us back to the ship cuz our own navy were scared of the waves
, eventually got back onboard still dressed in number ones after the dinner bash, but fortunately a merchant ship has to have the full compliment of Radio Officers onboard before she can sail, so they had to wait cuz my oppo was stranded in Stanley too
I looked more like I'd just done a fookin tour of the Sahara instead of going to dinner