
LOF Yarns - Long Stories
Long stories from days gone by...
The Painting The Painting
This painting of the same era is of the
'London
Resolution' and does not refer to the story below. In the days when there were no video machines, DVD players,
mp3's, psp's, x-box's or any other gismos that exist today for the hard worked
seafarer. We had to contend with - if we were lucky the twice weekly showing of
a 'Walport' film, normally in the Officers smoke room, but sometimes outside if
the weather was favourable, and if we were very lucky indeed the Chief Steward
would lay on some luxury like fish and chips, or even an ice cream. Real hobbies and time to kill pursuits, games, deck golf and
reading were the flavour of the day. Andrew Sinclair a 3rd Officer in LOF, had been an apprentice
in the 60's, Andy liked to pass his time either making models from scraps of
chart paper and any other junk he could find, ending up with the portholes
normally made from some 'pills' the Chief Steward had supplied, by the time the
product was finished and painted it looked a pretty reasonable model. On one particular trip in the 1970's Andy joined with more
than his usual amount of 'hobby' material. What are you up to, this trip then
Andy - someone enquired. To which Andy replied with some excitement that he was
planning to do a 'Painting' to enter the 'Seafarers Education Service' (S.E.S)
completion, which was being held some 5 months ahead. We were now into our 5th month onboard and was looking as to
when we might be relieved. We were headed towards Europe and there was a good
chance of a complete Officer & Crew change. Sure enough a telegram arrived a few
days before we arrived at Rotterdam to say we were all getting off - how happy
we were. On arrival at Rotterdam, the Ships Agent brought the mail onboard, it
was sorted and as most of us was in the ships bar - someone brought the mail
down. Andy opening up his letters came across an unfamiliar envelope, on opening
it up - with excitement yelped that he had won "a prize" in the
Painting/Picture section of the S.E.S. competition - almost like 'Monopoly' - he
- Andy had won 3rd prize in the competition and all of £10 pounds, which in the
mid-70's was a nice little prize - tax free. Some 2 or 3 years later, Andy was due to join a ship, and
Mike Cuff the Personnel Manager asked Andy to call into the Balfour Place
Offices to collect the mail - which was going out to the ship he was joining. It
being a Friday afternoon, not many people were to be found in the LOF Offices!.
On arriving in the marbled atrium, the receptionist informed Andy the elevators
were playing up and best use the spiral staircase to go and meet up in the
Personnel Office. I can assure you all the 'painting' is worth more than £10
and in fact more than £300 - RIP Stanley Sedgwick. Roy Gerstner (October 2006) VIP Travel by LOF
When Mike Cuff went into the Balfour Lane LOF Offices to work in
the Personnel Department with Barry Drew, ships staff, and superintendents
joining and leaving vessels in foreign ports was a bit of a hit and miss
arrangement. In the mid-60's LOF used 3 travel agents and tended to
play one off against the other as far as getting the best deal was
concerned.......They tried to screw the best deal possible and I doubt if anything has changed? Next stop was Hyderabad where we were delayed for another 4 hours due to a
passenger being ill.
Next stop Bombay - hurrah we had made it to India at last - some 14 hours
overdue! The airline informed us that we had missed our connecting flight to
Calcutta, so they provided transport and accommodation at the 4 star Taj Mahal
Bombay (Now a 5 Star Hotel). In 1975 I had a similar experience to the above but this time in
Panama - to join the ship transiting. I was on my own, and when I eventually got
to Balboa, the Agent informed me that the ship had been diverted and was not
coming through the canal. It was late on a Friday night
Panamanian time, so I had no contact number to call. I put myself up in an
expensive dingy
hotel, and waited the weekend out. Roy Gerstner (October 2006) The Marine Casualty by Ambrose Jones Letter to Mr. Mackenzie The Fleet Superintendent... 1986
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VIP Travel by LOF
The Marine Casualty
Letter to Mr. Mackenzie The Fleet Superintendent... 1986
Over the period of weeks, and some diversions, as every time someone saw what was
going on, they would ask Andy to knock up a picture for them, so he stopped his
project and would knock up either a watercolour (example above) or a pen & ink
drawing in a matter of a couple of days. After some considerable time the
'painting' was completed, and although I can not recall much about it, the LOF
cargo ship (maybe London Statesman or Craftsman) was entering Rio de Janeiro
harbour, the colours were vibrant, it was a classic British Cargo Ship, the
backdrop even more spectacular. The 'Painting' now complete was carefully rolled
up and put into a special tube/container and duly sent off to the Seafarers
Education Service HQ - Andy having to pay the postal costs, the final entry date
was fast approaching.
The letter of congratulations went on to praise the picture and asked - what he
wanted to do with it. Andy sent a letter once he was at home telling the S.E.S.
that they could keep the painting and use it for what-ever purpose they wished.
As he was climbing the stairs, he admired the various pictures, paintings and
photographs that lined the staircase, some half way up - he noticed a 'Painting'
that looked a bit 'familiar' - stopping and taking a closer look - he realised
when inspecting the signature - that lo - behold it was one of his - the very
one that had won the S.E.S. completion some few years earlier - the same
painting no less than he - Andy - had won 3rd prize and £10. He arrived to see
Capt Cuff, and asked about the paintings on the staircase - to which Capt Cuff
said he knew very little other than some Directors, Chairman and other sponsors
had donated the various memorabilia over the past 2 decades. Andy pressed Cuff,
- upon which Cuffs memory sprung into light. Ah hah I remember that one now, the
painting of an LOF Cargo Ship entering Rio Harbour - Ah yes - Stanley Sedgwick
bought that at an auction a couple of years ago, it was already framed - yes a
very nice 'Painting'. Do you know how much he paid for it - enquired Andy - Cuff
having another 'think' replied that it was in the region of £300. Andy nearly
fainted. He asked ''Cuff' if he knew who the artist was that had done this
painting - No, replied Cuff - to which Andy informed him of the 'history' behind
the painting. £300 was about a month's salary for a 3rd Mate in those days - but
Andy Sinclair - was a very happy man indeed - he had won 3rd prize in the S.E.S.
completion and all of £10. I don't believe Andy ever entered another
completion after this one.
He has very generously, donated two paintings at the LOF Reunion 2004 and has
agreed again to paint a ' unique' painting for the forth-coming LOF Reunion
Charity Raffle.
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So when Cuff became Personnel Manager around 1972, he found a travel agent
just around the corner called VIP Travel, there were no connections
to anyone who worked within LOF - as a rumour that Ken Stewart, the Chartering
Manager was a director of VIP Travel, this is not true.
So after some prolonged negotiations VIP were chosen as the sole agent that
would arrange travel on behalf of staff.
During 1976, when business was quite brisk for LOF, a cheque needed to be signed
by the accounts director Stanley Sedgwick.
However, he was not in the office on this particular day and it being the last
day of the month Cuff needed the cheque signing. So he made
arrangements for BM (Basil) Mavroleon to sign the said cheque, and duly, Cuff was
summoned upstairs to BM's office - made to wait and then
invited to enter. Mike Cuff presented the cheque to BM, (it being for £80,000),
BM looked at the cheque and then signed it, handing it back
to Cuff, as he did so he said 'Not too bad an amount for the year' where upon
Cuff had to admit to BM that the amount he had just signed for was in fact for one month and not the whole year. Fortunately Cuff had the cheque in his hand at this stage and made a rapid departure from
the purple faced spitting BM.
As things began to tighten up, a novel way to use aircraft efficiently was to put
a few seats on Cargo Aircraft. I never travelled by this means,
but I understand a few did, the fare was around half of the normal fare and you
sat amongst the rest of the cargo. I doubt if there was any
'service' as such and what the temperature control was like I hate to imagine.
I had a few momentous intrepid journeys joining LOF ships. Here are a couple.
In 1974 2nd/Off Rogers-Gray and myself were to join the Cargo vessel London Grenadier in
Calcutta India. We duly met at Heathrow Airport, where-upon
R-G informed me proudly that he had all of 50p left from the £10 he had set out from
home with - the £9:50 had gone on his taxi fare, without
any tip for the taxi-driver!. The flight was delayed by some 2 hours, before we
could board.The aircraft began to taxi to the runway holding area, where it stopped.
We were informed of an
impending Air Traffic Controllers Strike over
France and we would have to wait
and see what happens - no duty free drinks were available as we were still in
the UK.
Some 4 hours later we still sat at the end of the runway - fortunately they had
opened the toilets! At last we took off, first stop Kuwait.
As we landed we heard a series of popping, bangs and smoke came from the Portside, on
getting to the terminal, the Pilot informed us
that the plane
had suffered 2 tyre blow-outs on the heavy landing! We all had to debarked whilst the 'tyres' could be 'fixed'.
Another 4 hours passed, when we re-embarked the plane - remember R-G still had
his 50p on him.
Rogers-Gray said we were to go to the
Indian Agents who supplied crew for LOF 'I.K. Marine', who would inform LOF of
our delays and 'sub' him some money! - this we did and he managed to extract all
of about £2 from the agents and sent on his way.
4 days later and I have to say, well rested after the intrepid journey - lovely
swimming pool, Rogers-Gray lived on what-ever the hotel would
supply him with (Airlines minimum), I lent him £10 since I had never met the guy
before I felt reluctant to lend him anymore.
We went up to Bombay Airport, checked in and boarded our flight - it left on
time and we arrived in Calcutta some 5 days late and overdue.
The agents met us and informed us that the London Grenadier was still in port,
amazing!
As we left the airport there was a giant sign by the roadside from the airline
we had just travelled with......
'Fly Air India and get there faster' - need I say more!
On the Monday morning I went
to the Agents Office where he informed me that the ship was now due to call for
a transit through the canal on the coming Thursday.
We sent a telex message to LOF personnel who replied that they could not
understand why I was not on the ship!
Thursday arrived - and no ship! - I'd had enough at this stage and went to the
airport and bought myself a ticket home to the UK. I had only just
acquired a 'Barclaycard' and luckily American Airlines took it. I had to transit
back through Miami - this caused even more problems and
delays with the American officialdom (this was some 30 years before the most
recent issues - so not a lot has changed).
I left Miami and arrived back in the UK on the Friday afternoon, some 8 days
after leaving the UK. I went to the LOF offices, and saw a
personnel guy called 'Christie' who had only been in the job 2 weeks. Fortunately Mike Cuff rescued him, gave me some money
and a rail warrant. He said I could have another couple of weeks off - to get over the ordeal?
It transpired that Mr. Christie had got his ships and ports mixed up, sending me
on a wild but eventful journey, needless to say Mr. Christie only
lasted some 3 months in the job - before he moved on to pastures new - he was
replaced by Fred Baker - a nicer guy you could not meet
and was at least switched on.
Dear Sir,
I write in order that you will get this report before you form your own preconceived opinions from the reports in the world press, for I am sure they will tend to over dramatise the affair.
We had just picked up the pilot at sunset and the apprentice had returned from changing the 'G' flag for the 'H', and being his fist trip he was having difficulty in rolling the 'G' flag up.
I therefore proceeded to show him how, coming to the last part I told him to 'let go', the lad although willing, is not too bright, necessitating me my having to repeat the order in a sharper tone.
The Chief Officer overhearing from the Chart room, and thinking that it was the Anchors that were being referred to, repeated the 'let go' to the Third Officer on the forecastle.
The effect of letting the anchor drop from the 'pipe' while the vessel was proceeding at full harbour speed proved too much for the windlass brake, and the entire length of the cable was pulled out 'by the roots' I fear that the damage to the chain locker may be extensive.
The braking effect naturally caused the vessel to sheer in that direction, right towards a swing bridge that spans a tributary to the river up which we were proceeding. The swing bridge operator showed great presence of mind by opening the bridge for my vessel; unfortunately he did not think to stop the vehicular traffic beforehand. The result being the bridge partly opened and deposited a Volkswagen, two cyclists and a cattle truck on our foredeck.
The Third Officer dropped the Starboard anchor, too late to be of practical use, for it fell on the swing bridge operator's cabin!
Up to now I have confined my report to the activities to the forward end of my vessel. Aft they were having their own problems. At the moment the Port anchor was let go, the Second Officer was supervising the making fast of the after tug, and was lowering the ship's towing spring down to the tug.
The sudden braking effect of the Port anchor caused the tug to 'run in under' the stern of my vessel, just at the moment when the propeller was answering my double ring Full Astern.
The prompt action by the Second Officer in securing the inboard end of the towing spring delayed the sinking of the tug by some minutes, allowing the safe abandoning of that vessel.
It never fails to amaze me, the actions and behaviour of foreigners during moments of minor crisis. The Pilot for instance, is at this moment crooning to himself and crying after having consumed a bottle of gin, in a time worthy of inclusion in the Guinness Book of records.
The Tug Captain on the other hand reacted violently and has had to be forcibly restrained by the Steward, who has him handcuffed in the ship's hospital.
I enclose the names and addresses of the drivers and insurance companies of the vehicles on the foredeck, which the Third Officer collected after his somewhat hurried evacuation of the forecastle, these particulars will enable you to claim for the damage that they did to the railings in the way of number one hold.
I am closing this preliminary report for I am finding it difficult to concentrate with the sound of Police sirens and their flashing lights.
Had the apprentice realised that there was no need to fly the Pilots flag after dark, none of this would have happened.
I am Sir,
Yours faithfully
Master M.v ............. (Ambrose Jones a LOF Senior Citizen)
(I can name a few not so fictitious 'cadets' who were 'accident prone' in their early years, made it all the way to Master and were just as 'accident prone' in their later lives) R.G.
S.T. Bond (Formally Olympic Bond) En Route - Taiwan.
As we have now cleared Jeddah and, hopefully, no more unscheduled happenings will take place, I thought you may be interested to hear of my trip (so far anyway).
The ship was built in Japan 1972 and had been laid up in Itea for nearly 4 years. She had been looked after quite well and it was obviously the owner's original intention to put the ship back into service if at all possible. However, that was not to be and she was sold 'as is where is' to be scrapped in Taiwan with the 'Memorandum of Agreement' containing a clause that no cargoes were to be carried - Thank God.
She is just a little bigger than the 'Pride' at 265,000 DWT, but otherwise pretty similar and not too sophisticated down below. I was asked at very short notice to get a crew together and naturally started phoning around a few Ex 'Pride - Guys' and eventually ended up with the following :-
C/Off John Whiney 2/Off Not LOF 3/Off Dick McGannan R/Off Roger Smith Ch/Eng Not LOF - Ex Globtic 2nd/Eng Dai Walker 3rd/Engs Dave Johnson, Andy Forbes, Tony Tierney + 1x 3rd/Eng Ex BP Jnr/Engs Nigel Lewis and Philip Weaver, EEO Jack Knowles. The rest of the crew were Bosun + 4 AB's Ch/Cook Tommy Eden & a 2nd Cook.
We all flew to Athens as planned on the 3rd December 1985 and after a rotten meal at a roadside cafe and the bus driver losing his way 3 times, we eventually arrived at the Hotel Gallini (Anyone remember it?) at 3am on the 4th. Unfortunately the Greeks would not allow us to board right away, except to look, as the contract still had to be finalised, but they did start up the diesel generator so that a few of us could have a look around. It was immediately noticed by the Ch/Eng that the fan belt was slipping and it was obvious that on full load it would soon overheat - as we expected there was no spare onboard and in fact, none available in Greece. We got a spare air freighted out and by Saturday afternoon it was fitted and OK - the diesel is a 12 cylinder Nation - very good but very noisy - so we all came onboard on Sunday morning and started re-activating. All things considered it went very well really - the ABS surveyor was very helpful and no big snags were found. Eventually the Port Boiler was flashed-up.
On Sunday 15th, one week after coming onboard, and the Turbo Generator put on the board. All was tight, as was the deck steam line and both auxiliary condensers, so we arranged to move from the bank on Monday morning assisted by 2 tugs. On commencing to heave in the starboard anchor a small valve on a pipe which connects the steam inlet and exhaust lines together blew out, but fortunately a spare was found and fitted in double quick time.
Dai Walker didn't exactly run down the deck, but he did move fairly smartly! We then moved slowly out to the anchorage with a pilot on board and anchored in our predetermined position. During this operation a crosshead bolt fractured on the starboard windlass and made a very expensive sounding noise!!
Internal examination revealed the bolt had been cracked for some considerable time, and as the piston head had also fractured the cover, it was felt impractical for the Ship's Engineers to try and do anything about it. It was agreed therefore to burn the cable and when we sailed, proceed to Taiwan with only one anchor (Suez Canal and all).
Whilst all this was going on, things were happening down below with the salinity indicator lamps, which were glowing 'bright red', the dial indicator pointers off the dials!!! The Chief soon pinpointed the trouble as coming from the main condenser, so the plant was shut down and the condenser opened up.
The first estimate was that a few tubes were leaking, so 50 brass plugs were ordered from Piraeus whilst the testing went on, but the order was soon increased to 500, then 1,000 and eventually we ordered 3,000. No regular pattern of leaks could be found as the testing and plugging went on, and it wasn't until 1550 plugs had been put in that the Chief felt it was worth putting it on full test. This test found another 25 leaking tubes, so altogether we used 1,600 plugs before the Chief was happy and the main engine put on test.
All was now well and we finally sailed 16 days after coming on board - on the 24th December - not too bad really!
In the meantime I'd been having my usual crew troubles just to keep me on my toes so to speak as I paid off two of the AB's who were always drunk, the Chief Cook with 'gout' and an Engineer from Falmouth who, apart from being useless, could not get on with the rest of the crowd. In their place I recruited three Tanzanians (very good and no trouble at all), an Ex 2nd Eng from the UK - ex Shell with a HNC and a Greek Engineer who persuaded the local agent to give him a job, I think - quite a bunch.
The passage to Port Said went very well with everything working fine and everyone doing a good job and making the convoy time with 36 minutes to spare. The transit also went well and we used the Port anchor twice, once outside and once in the Bitter Lakes, although the Mate said the brake was a bit tight and needed a large wheel key to operate it. On arrival at Jeddah for bunkers we waited outside for daylight (well it was New Years Eve!) and went into the anchorage at daylight. As previously discussed with both John Whitney and the Chief, we made a slow and careful approach and the anchor was not allowed to touch the bottom until the ship was completely stopped. (We didn't have a Doppler).
Once we were brought up the brake was put on, the anchor taken out of gear and the bow stopper put on, but just at that moment the brake failed and the whole lot - all 14 shackles disappeared into the sea!!!.
As you can imagine the next twelve hours were quite interesting as I had to manoeuvre the ship around the crowded anchorage with a 25,000 to bunker barge tied alongside accusing me of breaking his ropes.
I am pleased to say that all went well in the end and apart from the Agent giving me a wrong clearance number, which meant further delay, we finally got clear of Jeddah and are now on our way. I am pretty sure at this stage that we will have to call at Singapore to top up with bunkers and as we don't have any anchors, except the spare one bolted to the fore-deck, bunkering and taking stores should prove to be another interesting time!
As you can imagine a great deal of thought went into speculation as to why the condenser failed - the Greeks were quick to blame us saying that we put the steam on before the cooling water, but this was strenuously denied by the Chief and all the Engineers. (The condenser has 8,200 tubes by the way).
At Singapore we had to top up with fuel for the final leg to Taiwan. At the outer anchorage once the Pilot was told we did not have any anchors, he refused to stay! Once again an interesting time!
On sailing, as we had no anchors, I had decided to go strait across the South China Sea, but the owners disagreed and routed me close to the Borneo/Sarawak coast! During the passage
to Kaohsiung the owners asked us to move the remainder of the Starboard anchor cable to the Port windlass for mooring purposes, quite a job with only five crew, so that they could use the spare anchor on the Portside. A job we successfully did.
We eventually arrived at Kaohsiung on the 5th February 1986 after a 43 day voyage which was everything but uneventful and finally arrived back at Gatwick two days later in a snow storm.
Sincerely,
Mike Cuff
(Of course there is another story of 'Cuffs Commandos'... relating to when the London Pride
loaded a cargo at Kharg Island during the Iraq - Iran war... and their subsequent return at
Gatwick airport after travelling business class!) R.G.
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