This is nothing to do with window cleaning but it was really funny.
Three guys are out in their small trawler.
One of them [we'll call Bryn to name the guilty] Had a passion for Guinness, his mams pea and ham soup, and garlic bread.
Not even his brand new PVC dayglow overalls could mask the evil smelling sounds he was omitting. It was bad enough to peel the paint off the wheelhouse roof.
After about an hour of the other two's protestations and Bryn's laughing, he decides much to their relief as much as his own, that he needed the loo.
Now small trawlers are not renowned for their deluxe facilities. The loo in this case consisted of a plastic bucket with 6ft of rope attached to the handle. Bryn put 6 inches of water in the bucket and disappeared down the engine hatch.
The engine hatch was an extremely confined space, Bryn struggled to get part way out of his overalls. Eventually he managed, and proceeded to use the bucket.
Now the propeller shaft was turning at a fine rate of knots, this a matter of inches from were he was squatting. He hadn't noticed but the rope on his bucket had fallen over it. Suddenly! the bucket disappears from under him at the speed of light, Bryn's on his back, a tangle of overalls and wellies.
The bucket was no match for a powerful marine diesel engine and was instantly flattened like a toothpaste tube. the contents of which were duly sprayed throughout the compartment.
The other two crewmen ran to see what all the noise and yelling was about, only to be confronted with an emerging Bryn.
Now if you can only imagine the combination of dayglow orange and camouflage paint, this was Bryn.
Nothing was hurt but his pride. He hoped the other two would say nothing when they got in and went to the pub. Yeah, and pigs might fly. Dai
