This is the life!! 1

I joined HMS Spartan in March 1978 whilst she was being built by Vickers Shipyard at Barrow in Furness Cumbria.

 

Dinner time session in the 'Welcome Inn', Barrow

Photograph taken in the Welcome Inn in Barrow-in-Furness. We were invited to play in an inter-company "Its a knockout" type competition. Team seen here on a Sunday Morning undergoing a serious training/drinking session. I have my arms around Samuel Lawes. Daisy May sat in front of us facing the camera. Piggy Page sat on the table with a blank expression on his face. Piggy's girlfriend Sue (later his wife), has her back to camera. Tracy on the far end of the bench seat (with pigtails) was the landlords daughter. The old bloke in the window? It wasn't the First Lieutenant, it look's a bit like the bouncer from the Rugby Club's "Grab-a-Granny" night. Which some of the crew endured as part of the 'get to know the community' social scene. We also contributed to the community, by helping some of the elderly resident's of the town by clearing overgrown garden's, or did some painting and decorating for them. We were always made to feel very welcome, and were provided with an endless stream of cups of tea and 'chocolate biccy's.'

 

29 bulkhead

Part of the Duty Watch, Christmas Day on 2 deck. Waiting for a snog under the decorations and Mistletoe. Cally, Dave Kelway, Handsome George and Scouse Haizelden.

Taking a well earned rest in the pool of the Holiday Inn in Cocoa Beach, Florida. Nothing but the best for us submariners. We had to endure this for two whole weeks! Note the tinny floating nearby, don't want to have to stretch too far for it. Easy does it

AUTEC. American Underwater Test & Evaluation Centre

Off Andros Island in the Bahamas. Spartan was fitted with an extra layer of tiling so that we could be used as a target submarine. We would travel up and down the Range, whilst other Nato Submarines, Surface Warships and Helicopters would fire torpedoes at us. This picture was taken during a break in the exercise, we would surface and a third of the crew would be put ashore on Andros for a 'Ban-yan', a third would be on duty, and on this occasion I was with the third of the crew that got to relax on the casing. The chef's would prepare a barbecue and cook it up on deck, consumed and washed down with a couple of tins of McEwen's. During the hour or so the food was consumed any chicken bones or unwanted burgers would be discarded over the side. Shortly afterwards a 'hands-to-bathe' was given and the crew would be over the side for a swim. Trunk's were optional but nobody seemed to bother, skinny dipping was the order of the day. We were well protected as we had a lookout strategically placed in the bridge with a sub-machine gun, keeping an eye for sharks. In the water about 5 minutes, when Shark! was shouted, 30 people trying to get up one wooden ladder at the same time. It was every man for himself. Everybody out the water, only to find it was a joke!!

Back in the water again, notice shadows moving deep beneath us in the clear water. Can't make out what it is, it is too deep to worry about. By this time the PO Chef has heard there are a load of naked crew members in the water and decides to bring his camera up on deck. Hoping that if he could get a few candid photograph's they could be used as some form of blackmail at a later date. Anyway shark! is shouted again, this time nobody reacts thinking this is a cunning plan by the PO Chef to get his photograph's. It's only when one of the officers said "Everybody out the water, and that's an order", do they realise it's for real. Again an even bigger punch up at the rope ladder scrambling to get out. The last man out was LMEM 'Smudge' Smith, he just managed to get his toe's out the water when a bloody great shark went cruising past. The lookout on the bridge? He must have had a stressful day, fast asleep!! It would appear that we had attracted the shark by lobbing all the grub over the side during the previous couple of miles. In the fishing industry it is called 'Chumming'. In the RN it is called bloody stupidity!

What happened next? George Malone gives an account

I have to remind you that it was me who spotted the shark in the water off Andros and was scared shitless. After getting everyone out the water, I will never forget those evil men (who I thought were mates) that threw me straight back in the oggin. That was the scariest time of my entire life. I don't even think my feet got wet....my legs were moving so fast that I was back in my pit before you could shout man overboard. After that, I called to be shark lookout and was probably that 'tosser' in the photograph who fell asleep on the bridge. After all, I had to get my own back somehow eh?

 


Wheres my trunks

A couple of the crew 'skinny dipping', a few minutes before the shark appeared.

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