by Mike Williamson » Sat Mar 03, 2012 7:39 am
Greetings fellow ex-Vestey employees. I've been lurking around this site for a while, but thought it was time to show my colours and get involved. I have posted a couple of blogs on the merchant-navy.net site and I hope you get a chance to look at them some time. I was drawn to this site by searching for information about Booth Line and Lamport + Holt and have enjoyed several postings particularly when I read fondly about some of my former ship mates. If you will indulge me, I will add a little yarn of my own. I look forward to sharing and learning through this Logbook. I've called this yarn - The Perfect Cuba Libre.
On my first trip through the Caribbean, I remember St Kitts, St Lucia, St Vincent, Dominica and Grenada among others. Sometimes we stopped for no more than two or three hours, other times it was a couple of days but the most memorable stopover by far was Bridgetown, Barbados. One reason I recall it so very well is because it was November 30th 1966 – the day Barbados ceased being a British colony and became a self-governing state. It is now the date which is celebrated in Barbados as Independence Day of course. The country had a new flag, a new Prime Minister and something to sing and dance about and I’m sure we spent the best part of a week joining in with them.
Pretty soon we were all singing God Bless Bim and wearing shirts in the colours of the flag. Frank Stinchcombe, known to us all as "The Saint" was in his element – and it was here that I was to see him at his best when it came to creating the perfect Cuba Libre.
After a day down below, working on whatever task needed doing while we were in port, big Geoff the 3/E and I would meet in the Saint’s cabin at about 1600 hrs. “Come in, m’dears,” he would say in his rich west country accent. “Time for a drink.”
He would be sitting shirtless at his office desk in the Second Engineer’s cabin in his short slightly grubby khaki shorts, wearing a train driver’s style peaked cap and peering through his National Health spectacles. Geoff would be in an equally grubby white t-shirt and shorts, with me a shorter and smaller version of the same. Having left our engine room shoes at the top of the hatchway, we would enter in our socks and sit on his day-bed being careful not to make too much mess as we did so.
He had a fine silver ice bucket on his desk from which he would delicately select one of two cubes of ice using the finest tongs and which he would carefully let drop into crystal “Old Fashioned” glasses, kept for the occasion. Next he would open his desk drawer and out would come the very finest Mt Gay Eclipse Rum which would be opened and generously splashed over the ice. He followed this by taking a lime from a fruit bowl on his desk and using a sharp paring knife would cut it into three segments which would be dropped into each glass. This was followed by a liberal measure of Coca Cola poured from a freshly opened can.
Finally with a flourish he would pull a ten inch screwdriver from his pocket, wipe it down with a piece of grubby cotton waste which had been sticking out of his back pocket and gently stir the contents of each glass as though he were at the Rivoli Bar in the Ritz.
Nothing before, or since, has ever tasted so good. Cheers to you Frank!