Wednesday, 24 December 2014

A Ray Beers Yuletide Tale

Ho, ho, ho, you!

Hey there.  Hope the season finds you well fellow blog-types.

Christmas is a time for relaxing and reflecting at the end of a hectic twelve months:- a  time to rest and reinvigorate ourselves for the year to come and what better way than to see what our ever enthusiastic old chum and alcohol/outdoorsman Ray Beers is up to.

Merry Christmas indeed...


  1. Things for Mr Ray Beers do not always go well, but I will say he has more lives than a flock of cats. . . . . . . What do you call a flock of cats? . . . . . . . . . Maybe its a fur coat. . . .HAH hahah ah ha ha hah ah ah ah ha hah ah ah ha hah ah ahah ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha hah ha . . . . .

    Is PC Quinn . . . . The Mighty Quinn as in the song sang by that chap Manfred Mann

    1. That's quite the theory Rob. Given that the Mighty Quinn is likely not a public domain character we at the ship couldn't possibly say...but we.certainly don't mind if that is considered cannon!

  2. I thought this was the season to be jolly! And now the image of a dead Santa, haunts my mind...along with the body of the male escort that I accidentally killed.


    1. Sounds like some had a jolly.old Christmas! We shall have to have a protracted conversation some day about body disposal.


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