Just wanted to let you guys know that I am still around, but to be absolutely honest I have been suffering mentaly since I have been on here.
My doc reckons it is my emotional capital that has been drained after spending time on the site with you guys, I cant help myself I have to know all about each and every one of you and your situation and I was finding myself in tears almost daily and getting worried about my own…
Uncle Peter (Skipper) never did things by halves, when he did something it had to be substantial to say the least. When he sold his house down in the fishing community and moved to the north side of town he did something he had always wanted to do, installed a massive flagpole and flew the union jack or any other flag that suited him on various days of the year such as the red ensign on Nelsons birthday and such like.
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When the squadron came back from the Falklands one of the lads whose nickname was birdsh*t for another reason I may relate later was really envious of the medals everybody had been given. He was actually attached to the squadron and in fact was a member of the Pioneer Corps, for those of you who dont know the Pioneer corps was a regiment of hard working squaddies who got all the jobs nobody else would do - such as digging…
Those of you who got to know Skipper might not know that our surname allegedly means ''as mad as a box of frogs", well according to the fishing community in scarborough anyway.
Heres an examples of the family experiences.
Yorkshire television decided that they wanted to do a programme about the scarborough cobles and for some unknown reason decided to use my uncle Colins coble Faithful SH174 if memory serves…
