The Second
HMS Manchester Association
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Bryce Clinkard

We would be extremely surprised if any of our shipmates had ever met Bryce Clinkard.  He was a naval officer in the Second World War, and if he had one claim to fame it was that he was officer of the watch when HMS Manchester was torpedoed at 36.50N, 11.10E, off the coast of Tunisia, on 13th August 1942.  The Pusser was a large part of his life, and the men who served beside him and those that followed he held in high regard.

On March 14th 2007, in Sudbury, Suffolk, he died at the age of 86, and his final wish was to be re-united with his old shipmates from the Manchester.
Fortunately, Bryce Clinkard had a daughter, now Mrs Susie Dixon, who it transpires, is a very determined lady indeed.

Scouring the internet for ways to carry out this wish, Susie came upon our website, and quickly cracked out an e-mail to Stevie requesting assistance.  Stevie put Susie in touch with Maurice Broad, the Secretary of the "Big Manch" Association and we followed this up with our own enquiries with still serving shipmates.  In the end Pusser UK offered to "chuck him off in Plymouth Harbour" Susie's own words, and was an offer she declined.

Undeterred, she eventually found a diver who would be prepared to carry out her father's wish.  As she said in another e-mail / progress report, "I must confess to a wry smile when I think of him sitting at the dinner table after Sunday lunch and relating how he swam four miles to the coast to safe, dry land (albeit a POW camp)…what do you think he'd say if he knew his daughter, born 10 years after the event would get him cremated and have him put right back there again?!".




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……and on a lighter note…..

Doctor's Surgery

Many of you who were on the 88 Gulf trip will recall we had an excellent ship's newspaper called - "The Manchester Evening News".

One of the regular contributors was "The Doctor" who was always available to give guidance and advice if any of our readers were troubled or upset.  When he heard of this particularly disturbing story he quickly agreed to come out of retirement and offer advice. 

Dear Doctor,
The other day I set off for work leaving my husband, who has recently retired from the Royal Navy, in the house.  I had only gone a few cables down the road when the engine conked out and my car juddered to a halt.  I secured the vehicle and bimbled back home to get my husbands help.  When I got home I found him in our cabin, I couldn't believe my eyes!  He was parading in front of the wardrobe mirror dressed in my stockings and underwear and high heel sea boots and was wearing my make up!
We have been married for over 25 years, and when I confronted him he tried to make out he had dressed up in my skimpies because he couldn't find any of his own nix and sox!! 

What can I do to prevent a recurrence?

Dear Mrs xxxxx,
A car stalling after being driven a short distance can be caused by a variety of faults in the engine.  Start by checking there is no debris in the fuel line, pull the hose off the carburettor and check that fuel is reaching the inlet chamber.  If this is clear, try taking a plug lead off and check that the coil is producing a spark.  If there is a good spark and sufficient fuel, you may need to get a compression tester to check that the engine itself is ok.  I hope this helps.

Yours sincerely,

The Doctor

PS  Lock your skimpies away before you go ashore!!

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OPPO'S

CIVILIAN FRIENDS:  Get upset if you are too busy to talk to them for a week.
MATELOT OPPOS:  Are glad to see you after many years; and will happily carry on the same conversation you were having last time you met.

CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Never ask for food.
MATELOT OPPOS: Are the reason you have no food.

CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Call your parents Mr and Mrs.
MATELOT OPPOS: Call your parents Mum and Dad.

CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Bail you out of jail and then tell you what you did was wrong.
MATELOT OPPOS: Would be sitting next to you saying, 'Shipmate...we fxcked up ...but wasn't that fun!'

CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Have never seen you cry.
MATELOT OPPOS: Cry with you.

CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back.
MATELOT OPPOS: Keep your stuff so long they forget it is yours.
CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Know a few things about you.
MATELOT OPPOS: Could write a book with a shed full of direct quotes from you.

CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing.
MATELOT OPPOS: Will kick the backsides of whole crowds that left you behind.

CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Would knock on your door.
MATELOT OPPOS:  Walk right in and say, 'I'm home, do you want a beer!'

CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Share a few experiences.
MATELOT OPPOS: Share a lifetime of experiences no civilian could ever dream of.

CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Will take your drink away when they think you've had enough.
MATELOT OPPOS: Will look at you stumbling all over the place and say, 'You had better drink the rest of that, you know we never waste it.'  Then carry you homers and put you safely in your scratcher.

CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Will talk crap to the person who talks crap about you.
MATELOT OPPOS: Will knock the crap out of people who use your name in vain.

CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Will call you "mate" as a term of endearment
MATELOT OPPOS: Will call you "Fecking Cnut" "Wanker" "Tosser" as a term of endearment

CIVILIAN FRIENDS: Are for a while.
MATELOT OPPOS: Are for life.

From Les Howard, Mick D'Arcy, Wally Wallace among others.

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Bryce Clinkard 1921 - 2007
The ashes of Susie's father are now back with his ship.

We didn't think we had done any more than anyone else would have done who had the contacts and information we have.  But Susie did.  The first post after our Re-union contained a very nice letter and a generous cheque in memory of her father.  We just thought it was a story we should tell…

Tiffy Torment
       
The voluptuous young instructor at the Engineering Artificers' School at HMS Sultan reminded the Tiffy trainees of tomorrow's final exam.

"Now listen to me, I won't tolerate any excuses for you not being here tomorrow.  I might consider a nuclear attack or a serious personal injury, but that's it, no other excuses whatsoever!"

A smart-arsed Tiff (is there such a thing!) at the back of the room raised his hand and asked, "What would happen if I came in tomorrow suffering from complete and utter sexual exhaustion?"

The entire class was reduced to laughter and sniggering.  When silence was restored, the instructor smiled knowingly at the student, shook her head and sweetly said, "Well, I suppose you'd have to write the exam with your other hand!"

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