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Supplied by John Pope. Thanks Popeye
Inner Rooms, Cocoa Beach, Florida
MORE WORDS FROM THE EDITOR
All good things must eventually come to an end, or so the old adage goes, and this will be my last SPARTOONS, at least I think so.. I seem to remember saying something like that just after Lisbon. I thought I'd give you the bad news first just to get it out of the way, so that I could then hit you with the good.
Graham 'Orange on legs' WRIGLEY will be taking over the Ed's chair (we'll have to have it strengthened of course!) as from New London. At long last a just reward for some brilliant art work done in the past. E.T. will continue as production manager, a job he has taken over quite sensationally from John DONOVAN who ran the presses before him.
I would just like to say a big thank you to everyone who has assisted in the past in turning out your favourite rag. And to the people who have featured in it. TASO, I don't know what we would have done without you.
So until the next time. I've just one comment to make and fortunately it's not one of my own. For this quote I have the XO to thank. "Just keep your eyes peeled for the next pipe". Thank you!
Ed: Popeye
The Isle of Smee.
BEST DRESSED TOURIST-WINNERS
A three way tie for this award went to the 'gentlemen' found
wandering around the Holiday Inn clad in multi-coloured BIKINIS. Their excuse
being they had "just come from a Toga party, honest", will not be
accepted. They have asked to remain anonymous, so in the best tradition of
SPARTOONS here are there names, from left to right (or AC, DC):
Alan '36 cup' STOKES
'Gorgeous' George MALONE
Gary 'Marsha' MARSLAND
Marsha added that he didn't like the beer much, and could he have some fishnets instead.
BEST DRESSED TURKEY- A SPECIAL AWARD
We couldn't have let this section pass without a mention for the
best dressed TURKEY (well we could, but we won't).
This rare bird was seen constantly around the swimming pool displaying his
colours. Rig of the day for him was: Yellow Beanie hat, Red Vest with a White
Band, Yellow Shorts, Red Socks and Training Shoes (Ugh!).
Fortunately the troops were on hand to award him his prize, a well deserved dunking in the pool.
'George' BEST, you can't be looking forward to Christmas!
Q: What do you get if you cross a TS with a boomerang?
A: A horrible smell that won't go away!
Miss Cocoa Beach Competition featuring Marsha Marsland
G.O. 'In Trapping Mode'
RUGBY
SPARTAN Vs OLD RED EYE-12 OCT 1982
Our usual pilgrimage to the home of Brevard County Rugby unfortunately ended in yet another defeat, but at least this year we gave them a game before the customary excellent social.
A large contingent of SPARTAN's appeared for this years game and the players gave the supporters a fair amount to be happy with, before finally ending up as 22-4 losers.
The pack performed magnificently winning a good percentage of the ball, although what happened after, they don't rightly know. When the 'backs' did get it together though the did look good. 'Jock' NAIRN playing in his first game for SPARTAN showed up well, are only try came from the 'forwards' however. From a 5 yard scrum, 'Taff' DUNN broke through to go over and score an excellent try. 'Taff' ROSSITER and Lt 'Killer' BLAKE also showed prominently.
The surprising factor this year however, was although obviously not as fit as Red Eye, Spartan stayed strong until the end of what proved to be a great game for players and spectators alike.
As darkness set in, the Social that followed got under way at the Rudder pub in Melbourne, newly adopted home of Red Eye RFC. According to Dick DAVIS their always well lubricated coach, Spartan's visits have now become firm fixtures in their social calendar, and this one proved no exception. Red Eyes hospitality is second to none in Florida
Dick DAVIS would like to thank the 30 or so that turned up for making their evening a most enjoyable one. Oh! and of course SPARTAN won the 'Boat Race'.
Smudge SMITH had a good game as well (there's your mention Smudge).
POOR OLD DMEO!!!! (The Banyan must go on). During the first forenoon 14 Oct 1982, MECH WHITWORTH on asking permission to 'valve the bomb in' was told, and I quote "wait 10 minutes until the poor old DMEO arrives, that way he'll only have to come through 2 doors". He duly arrived and the 'bomb' was 'valved in'. Lt 'Killer' Blake proceeded to bound through all 4 doors going off watch. Nice one Chief ERA, you obviously didn't want to tire the old fella out before he departed for Andros. Good run was it Ray?!!!
The further adventures of E.T.
SCROTE'S BACKSTABBING DITS
Overheard on the bridge 2 miniature OOW's prior to diving:-
Small one with beard: "I remember once a submarine diving with the
Captains hat still on the bridge, the OOW didn't half cop it!
Even smaller one with red hair: "If I found the Captains hat on the
bridge, I think I'd throw it over the side"!!
1st Watch UC1: "If the Coxswains alarm goes off at that early in the morning again, he'll be wearing the F***ing thing"!
If Sam's 'syrup' slips any further down his head it'll look like he's got a fanny piece.
Don't you scare my little SHINER like that... He's always working hard!!!!
SPARTANS ANSWER TO AMERICA's POPEYE THE SAILOR MAN
Really consistent is big John POPE. He's
here yet again with the gang.
Invading America's social life, with humour, abuse and slang.
1980 what a year, one he'll well remember.
A marvellous exhibition of what 'not to do', from October to November.
It started down in Lauderdale, with a plumpish Nymph called Lisa.
'not bad at all' thought love struck John, some positions I could teach her.
Lisa on the other hand, had bigger things in mind,
she's the sort who looks ahead.
You Know!!,
The marrying kind.
Well, Big John, aptly named, beside the pool did lay.
As night drew in at Lauderdale, he got his wicked way.
Lisa now quite content, whispered "John, lets go to bed".
Where we can love and lust all night, and plan the day we wed.
As shock waves rocked the gentle giant, his passion suddenly died.
As he pictured 'Lusty Lisa', as his budding future bride.
We sailed a few days later, For Cocoa Beach we were bound.
With Lisa on the jetty, waving off the love she'd found.
John was waving also, as the boat set out to sea.
"I love you, no shit" Lisa shouted, please remember me.
'Remember', thought Big John aloud, you must be bloody stupid.
If you get pregnant after this, I'll put the blame on Cupid.
John 'Popeye' Pope