I served on the YARMOUTH from 7th October 1968 to 25th April 1971 I joined from HMS Cambridge with a bunch of other Junior Seaman Gunners, I can't remember all the names but the ones I do remember are; Nigel Gubb - Geoff Barnett (Barney or Scottie) - Terry 'George' Harman - Martin 'Titch' Arnell - Bill Headon - Willie Wileman - Dolly Grey - Dusty Rhodes.

Where most of the gunners were in the fwd seaman's mess (3E?) I was in the aft seaman's mess (3P?) with the TAS apes, Those I remember are; John Lindsey (L/S killick of the mess) - My 'sea dad' Tony Bamatry A/B (Worked on the mortar Mk 10) - Vernon 'Smudge' Smith L/S - Mick Fryatt O/S - Frank Cousins A/B - Sherlock Holmes A/B - Peter Lloyd A/B - Johno Johnson A/B - 'Buck Ryan' A/B ' got drafted in from another ship after being busted from PO - Others I remember are; John Bryant 'A/B (Butcher) - Clubs swinger 'L/PTI Barry Leech (who now lives in South Africa) he was also our PTI - At HMS Ganges in 1967 - Jan Derges Seaman - Peter Acres Stores - Stokers Brum Atkins  & Danny Danks - Peter Sharp RO - Vic Harris RO - Robert Gurkin Captain (Death or Glory Gurkin) - Bill Dungate ' Gunnery Officer - Barrie Lomas Sub Lieutenant.

There are many more faces I can't put names to as yet. For me it's been some 35 years since my days on Yarmouth and I have some fine memories, albeit some vague, she was my first ship, I was 16 years old fresh out of Training and ready to see the world. (Well, to me Portsmouth was foreign) My eyes were opened to many things such as;

1. When you were called round for a wet and offered sippers from the treasured 'Tot' you didn't dare do more that wet your lips. (It was not a pretty site to see a 3 badge stoker cry after you sank half his tot.)

2. Your 'Sea Dad' was not always your protector, especially when you're bronzying on the flight deck in skimpy trunks and you look up to see a bunch of hairy arse matelots and your Sea Dad with the biggest wooden handled screwdriver you've ever seen in your life topped with a lump of starters, and hear the terrifying words 'cum here skin'.

3. Your 'Sea Dad' was not always your protector when he tries to sell you in 'Boogie Street' as a 'cherry boy' to a 'kietie'. (Transvestites that had real Boobs and still had ALL the bits)

4. Your 'Sea Dad' was not always your protector when you have 'Cinderella Leave' and he rings up the OOD to get you all night leave so you can go to your first 'Orgy' then lets you get pi**ed, get thrown out the club by the bouncers, put in cells and trooped the next day.

5. Your 'Sea Dad' was not always your protector when you're in the showers crashing out your nicks and socks and he wops a lump of tooth paste up yer ring piece and laughs his nuts off while you're running round in ever decreasing circles screaming 'Oh my God' 'Oh my God' with your arse on fire.

6. The words 'Christ! he's rigged like f****** donkey' referred to the size of my nether regions and that all you lesser mortals were envious (sorry chaps but now having 5 children and 7 grandchildren I guess being rigged help a bit). All that said, I seem to remember Vic Harris was compared to a 'Horse'

I remember the time we were in a big exercise with loads of other ships, ours and other Navy's down near Aussie and we kept getting problems with the condensers (Stokers may need to help me out here). Getting or making fresh water was a big problem. The Skipper ' 'Death Or Glory Gurkin' would not give in and kept on insisting we stay with the fleet and for the ME Dept to fix the problem, anyway after the last lazzy band broke he gave in and we had to go in for repairs. 'Death Or Glory' came on the tanoy and explained in a very sad and broken voice that we could no longer take part in the exercises and unfortunately we had to go into Sydney on our own, for two weeks prior to the rest of the fleet coming in. Well I mean we were all gutted............Just imagine being the only ship in Sydney Australia with all that sunshine booze and fanny and no other ships in to share it with&&&well who wouldn't be gutted It was fanbloodytastic Memories seem to be coming back as I write so rather than bore you all I'll save them for another time perhaps.

 One Last thing Does anyone remember our song at the time? It was sung in a 'bluesy' sort of way and the verses were made up as the song went on although the first few verses were usually the same......

THE YARMOUTH BLUES

I got the Yarmouth Blues - from the top of my head to the bottom of my steamin shoes

The Skippers a b*****d the Jimmy's a whore And I can tell you lots lots more

I got the Yarmouth Blues - from the top of my head to the bottom of my steamin shoes

We got a Subby his name is Lomas Everybody knows he's a feed of a**

I got the Yarmouth Blues - from the top of my head to the bottom of my steamin shoes

We got a Stoker his name is Spike Everybody knows he's the mess deck bike

I got the Yarmouth Blues - from the top of my head to the bottom of my steamin shoes

Verses just came from any one and everyone especially after a few wets.

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