Where Is He now?
PHILIP (JESSIE) JAMES
As for my background, I joined the National Sea Training School for Boys T.S. Indefatigable Plas Llanfair, North Wales in May of 1963. This was a shock to me, because it I was on my own for the first time and in an environment that was full of boys from all parts of the social levels, from children homes for orphans to kids like me, who I guess had a reasonable upbringing.
At the tender age of 14, my eyes were opening rapidly to the fitting in to strange disciplined regimes, to protection rackets run by 2 gangs. It was hell, however I survived ok. In fact, one quote I found on the web was that it is like a borstal masquerading as a national sea training school for boys. I learnt how to survive, and avoided having my jaw broken by paying sixpence a week each to the two gangs. I made good friends there, but I had enough of it, and after a year, and applied to join the Royal Navy and failed the first time. The second attempt was a success.
So in June of 1964 I was a Junior Seaman in 69 Recruitment at HMS Ganges Keppel 2 Mess, and found that the 2 weeks sea training on HMS Wakefield, that I was pretty good at being sea sick. After a year I was off to HMS Vernon to play with Sonar, and for the guys that was around that time you will remember the MASTU's and ASUATS; the mobile sonar training caravan things that filled the back of the training school grounds.
Later, I was drafted to HMS Aurora, a Leander Class Frigate based at Portland. It was not too long when this sea sickness thing got the better of me and I joined HMS Dolphin. No waves underwater and you got more pay for it! Or so I thought. Part of the training was having again at sea onboard HM Submarines Aeneas, and Finwhale. My first experience of pooping when "On the roof" and ditching gash in rough seas. God I was in a state. Being sea sick was not an option, and so on one occasion I swallowed it saving the embarrassment of throwing up in the control room adjacent to the Navigating Officer.
March 1967 came and I was drafted to HM Submarine Dreadnought. Fabulous! and what a change. Being a "Part 3" was the best training I have ever had, with Terry Spurling, Dave Tull teaching me the systems. I never forgot that the can crusher was plumbed in to the external hydraulic supply! Lt Sam Salt, was my Divisional Officer, and what a team to respect and aspire to!
Yes, off we all went to Singapore and back, breaking many records as we sailed. With Africa to our right, and sailing north I can vaguely remember that we could not make contact with the UK trying to avoid a possible "Submiss" when LRO Appleby was able to negotiate with an African post office chappie to send a message that we are all alive and kicking. (Can any one qualify this for me?). Donut's reactor suffering from "Black clouds" during the fast home bound legs, and having to slow down regularly and gain power for another fast run.
1967 I left Dreadnought and joined Warspite, and not a patch on Donut. But it was a tough beast, and this was proven by hitting icebergs near the Kola inlet, losing an "egg beater", and catching fire back aft. It still kept going. I still missed Donut for the sheer atmosphere and comradeship that the crew developed. Off to Churchill in 1969, then "YES!" I was back on Donut for another Singapore trip, via Simonstown, Guam (PS1 repair, humping liquid nitrogen everyday).... shusssh! the Philipinnes, and Hong Kong.
1975, I married my sole mate, best friend and the love of my life, Monica. After being unsuccessful starting a family, I joined Resolution to spend more time at home, and eventually we decided that the Navy was not an option, so in November 1980 I left from Rosyth with a parting comment from the Commanding Officer of HMS Cochrane "We do not accept Retreads" meaning I guess that I should not bother coming back for my job!.
Yes, without a job, an orange VW Beetle and £2,000 from the Navy to get going was a challenge.
I did have a brief "Applying for a Job" course lasting just 2 days, which was funded by the Royal Navy. One of the lecturers from I think the University of Strathclyde said "that we all had considerable potential" and continued "that for every 100 jobs that we applied for, then you will get 13 interviews, and 3 offers of a job". Well I could not believe what I was hearing, such absolute rubbish. Especially as a former PO Sonar! Well I did apply for everything and anything through December 1980 and into January 1981. From Personnel Managers, Production Managers, Marketing Managers, even Kirby Homecare vacuum cleaners. 50 applications, 7 interviews later I had one offer of a job. So yes, I assumed wrong.
By the end of January 1981 I had a job with Advance Services as a Service Representative, which then was part of the B.E.T group along with Initial Services paying just £80.00 a week and I was so glad of it.
So now I am working for a laundry company renting out cabinet roller towels, dish towels, boilersuits and dustmats. A very far cry from Nuclear Submarines.
Within 2 months Monica was pregnant with Natalie. We are blessed with a wonderful Grandson Gavin now 7 years.
With the possibility of potential redundancy, I was able to move to a competitor, Spring Grove Services in 1986 situated in Grangemouth; which eventually was swallowed up by the Davies Group, Sunlight Textile Services in 1997. So now I am still doing the same job, (despite of the threat of redundancies again, three times now). I have continued to survive and job titles continually changed and now as a Customer Account Manager. Nearing 62 in December the job is somewhat a stressful one, and we look forward I hope to retire in 3 years time. God willing.
Monica's health however over the past years has not been of the best, with multiple allergies and trying to avoid anaphylaxis shocks can be a challenge. Recently recovering from a broken hip, so travelling around is limited, and we just keep local as we always have done in Erskine, Scotland.
Wonderful memories of the "Donut" remains with us, with a couple images from the past as a Leading Seaman on board Dreadnought in July 1973 at Simonstown South Africa, and the most recent outside the Kelvin Museum and Art Gallery, Glasgow 2009.
Author,
Philip James 17102009
Geoff ( Lester) Large
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I was born in Erdington, Birmingham on 14th December 1946. My parents then moved to Leicester, (which is where I got the nickname from). I went to school at Cosby Junior school and then Enderby Brockington Secondary modern School, both in Leicester.
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I joined the navy in 1962 at the age of fifteen and did my initial training at H.M.S Ganges at Shotley in Suffolk.
I was first of all in Dreadnought mess in the annex, and later moved to Keppel 3 mess in the main Ganges establishment.
By coincidence I went on during my time in the Navy to serve on both HMS Keppel and then on HMS/m Dreadnought.
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Ganges was a real eye opener for me at the tender age of fifteen.
From the mushrooms without tops, yes we only got the stalks, to having to be in the first fifty in the canteen queue to get chips.
We used to smuggle the bread back to the mess and iron it to make toast.
Character building they say!
From Ganges I then went on to HMS Vernon for my sonar training, I liked Vernon because it was very near to the railway station for a quick getaway!
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I joined my first seagoing ship HMS Galatea ( the black pig) then a brand new Leander class frigate building at Wallsend on Tyne, Newcastle in 1964. After workup we joined the 27th escort squadron in the Med along with the Agincourt , Carysfort and Troubridge .
As a 17 year old I Had a fun time in the med. as you can imagine, let loose in in places like the Gutt in Malta. Another eye opener for a young Leicester lad!
After 2 years on the Galatea I joined the Keppel doing fishery protection from Rosyth, not the most pleasant part of my naval adventure.
The Keppel a type 14 frigate and with the Russell, Duncan, Malcolm and Palliser formed the fishery protection squadron. The type 14’s were economy built ships and were not the greatest of sea going ships, in rough seas it seemed to spend so much time under the water that I decided to join submarines.
After my initial training at Dolphin I joined the Dreadnought refitting in Rosyth, thought I had escaped Rosyth after fishery protection but it wasn’t to be.
I met Brenda my wife on a blind date, she was a friend of Eddie (scouse) Walmsley’s wife Rosemary. They both worked in the Vat69 distillery in South Queensferry and Brenda had been invited to the distillers’ ball in Edinburgh but she hadn’t got a partner to go with, so scouse said he would find one his mates for Brenda to go with, enter Lester.
I had to hire a dinner suit for this posh affair, something which I had never worn before. So the lads in the mess at HMS Cochrane where we were billeted helped me get ready and off I set out of the main gate. The duty watch thought I was an officer and chopped me one off. I touched my brow and said “carry on” in my best officer’s accent.
You can see from the photo that the lads trained me well.
I left the navy in 1972 and after a brief spell working in the Vat69 distillery at South Queensferry, I got a job as a process operator in the BP refinery in Grangemouth, where I worked for 29 years until I retired at 55 In 2001.
Brenda and I have travelled quite a bit since I retired, and we have really enjoyed ourselves visiting places like Hong Kong, Singapore, Bali, South Africa etc. all places I didn’t see while I was in the navy.
I now work part time for Falkirk Council as a mail delivery driver, and full time looking after our grandson, Oscar, I didn’t really know what tiredness was till Oscar came along!
I enjoyed my time on the Dreadnought which is due to the many friends I made including, to name but a few, Mafro Gladdis - Bill Till - Basil Armitage - Florrie Ford - Scouse Walmsley - Keith Rogers - Percy Purcell - Ziggy Seager all great mates who I will enjoy meeting in Allersley.
Dr Paul.A.PotterDDDr
Dr Paul Potter B.Sc M.Sc P.hD CEng. CMarEng M.I.Mar.EST
(Ex Mech 1 HMS/M Dreadnought)
Having survived an abrupt upbringing to the ways of the world by a 18 month trip around the world on an aircraft carrier finishing at the worldly age of 18, I decided that submarines and that famous ‘club’ was where my naval career should head.
Hence, in 1965, I started off in the Royal Navy submarine service and spent the remaining years of my naval career in ‘boats’. 13 of the 16 years of my time in the RN in submarines could have only been better if I could have joined directly into the submarine service!
During my 13 years, I had the opportunity to attend many engineering courses and gain a number of external qualifications: namely City & Guilds and finally became an Associate Member of the Marine Engineers. It was my good fortune to be able to serve in all three different types of submarines. Initially, a diesel electric boat called the Otter (allegedly my 3 ½ years of service on this conventional boat was due to the humour of persons responsible for dispatching freshly qualified submariners to their first submarine, the joke? ‘Potter of the Otter’.) This period stretched through the height of the cold war (latter 60’s ~ early ‘70s) and in fact my only son was born whilst I was on the Otter in Russian waters off Murmansk: snooping on Soviet maritime movements.
For the uninitiated, the submarine service and its submariners in the RN enjoy an exclusive ‘club’ type camaraderie with not-so-obvious advantages, for instance visiting ports around the world which in many cases are not visited by warships and having the privilege of hotel accommodation in foreign port cities (as opposed to remaining onboard as surface ships’ crews are obliged to do)
My second submarine service period was the first commission of the first Intercontinental Ballistic Missile submarines: HMS Resolution. This is the less enjoyable option for the submariner since operational patrols consist of 8 week patrols, dived and breathing homemade air! To complete such a service engagement, submariners are expected to complete a 5 patrol period. However, each of these missile boats has two complete crews so life comprises a cycle of 3 months of being in the ‘on crew’ and 3 months in the ‘off crew’.
Following a 2 year marine engineering course, I joined a nuclear hunter killer boat called the ‘Dreadnought’. Famous (or infamous), this first nuclear boat will be remembered for being the fastest boat built: arguably worldwide and possibly still retains its superb performance record even today. (This submarine was de-commissioned at the end of the ‘70s) Further, this submarine was the RN’s first boat to surface at the North Pole. For me, a secondary duty beyond my engineering role was 2nd diving officer, responsible for the safe diving operations of the diving team. This ‘passion’ for diving led me to pursue a diving career as I left the RN after 16 years service.
This pursuit of a fresh career path in ‘civvy street’ led me to a company which I had been misinformed about: an American diving salvage company, which as I found out was in fact in the business of drilling oil and gas wells offshore!
So began my career in the oil & gas industry in 1978.
Initially, working on a small drill ship in the Maltese Channel as a rig mechanic, it was not long before I developed an interest in subsea engineering. I should make mention of the step change (down) in technology I was experiencing at this time. Having just left a marine nuclear propulsion programme behind me with its state of the art technology to maintaining rotating equipment that had been used in the oilfields of Texas 50 or more years previously was a frustration. Here I was, with the inglorious title of ‘rig mechanic’ having left the RN as a Chief Petty Officer nuclear submariner working on archaic machinery. However, there was one significant difference: around a 4 fold increase in salary!
Within 18 months, at the start of 1980, I became a subsea engineer. A job role that I pursue to this day and will until retirement.
The oil and gas industry has two distinct sectors when we consider the offshore segment. The sectors are generically referred to as ‘upstream’ and ‘downstream’. ‘Upstream’ encompasses all that is involved with production, processing and exporting of produced oil and gas from an offshore field. These activities are owned and operated by Oil Companies, such as Shell, BP, ExxonMobil etc.
Oil companies should not be associated with the other type of company player in the offshore business: the Drilling Contracting Company. These companies and the activity of all drilling offshore are collectively phrased the ‘downstream’ sector. Drilling companies are engaged in all types of drilling, from wildcat exploration wells to appraisal and development wells.
It is rare to encounter oil and gas people who have transferred from one sector to the other: in either direction.
Thus, we can say that the title: ‘Subsea Engineer’ embraces a whole host of specializations whose only common denominator is the environment: subsea meaning underwater. And that, pretty much, is where the similarity ends! Whilst there is a whole genre of sub specializations for subsea engineers in the upstream sector there is only one activity for the subsea engineer in the downstream sector: the upkeep and operation of the floating drilling rig subsea system.
Generally speaking, subsea engineers in the drilling industry are not degree qualified however most of them have some formal technical education and training in their past: some none! By contrast, the majority of subsea engineers in the upstream sector are degree qualified and unlike their like-titled workers downstream have rarely been ‘hands-on’ engineers. So generally speaking, we can segregate the subsea engineering profession into two entities: upstream, comprising a university post graduate population involved in design, projects, theory and postulations and the downstream personnel primarily concerned with day-to-day drilling operations from floating rigs in deep and ultra deep water, some design work and some project work.
I consider my own circumstance as unusual. Coming from and being part of the ‘downstream’ sector, I am possibly the only drilling subsea engineer with a PhD!
So, what can I say about my own higher educational achievements with respect to my work and my career?
There is no doubt that doors have opened as my three successive graduations have been announced. A few years ago, I departed the offshore subsea engineering role and moved towards inspections, surveys, design, project work, consultations and feasibility studies. Each field of activity often culminates in commissioning and operational procedure creation.
Today, I consult and, in parallel, write training material for the industry. As a committed believer in education: whether it be academic or industrial, I actively and whole-heartedly encourage an open and transparent exchange of information so that as the older generation retires (the baby boomers), the up and coming young professionals and workers are suitably equipped to deal with the technical challenges and obstacles that they face.
I should comment on one other aspect of the O & G industry which I feel deserves a mention: another difference between the ‘upstream’ and ‘downstream’ sectors. Working life on an offshore production facility is based on repetition and procedure. For those people who man these, often huge, floating ‘technical cities’ on a working rotational schedule, the working life can degenerate into a well paid existence of boredom. Nothing could be more different on a drilling machine. No one day passes without challenges, something different and technical obstacles: often which are being encountered for the first time. For young people considering joining this industry, if its variety you are after, go into the drilling business !
Whilst many wild and woolly events happened to me in the RN, they can be matched with some of the bizarre, wild and exciting incidents I have been involved in over the past 31 years in the oil and gas industry. Monster waves, iffy helicopters, blowouts, rig abandonments, water spouts, typhoons and the odd catastrophic equipment disaster to mention but a few.
In conclusion of my own experiences, I would tread the same path again given the options over.
The general public must accept that we have few options open other than continue with our quest for fossil fuels into the foreseeable future. Contrary to popular belief, the oil and gas industry are conscientious in their contribution to a clean environment and current legislation and industrial practice reflects this.
Laurence Gladdis - AKA MAFRO

1964 HMS Dryad a tender age of 16
I was born in Gurnard on the Isle of Wight December 1947 and went to Grange Road Junior School in East Cowes and Cowes Secondary Modern. Left with no qualifications (bit of a no hoper as I thought at the time.
I joined the Royal Navy February 1963 – HMS Ganges, I was in Dreadnought Mess in the initial training Annex before moving to the main establishment.
Trained as an RP at HMS Dryad and then joined HMS Agincourt Battle Class Destroyer Radar Picket.
Following submarine training at Gosport I joined HMS Anchorite in Singapore then returned to Gosport to do the nuclear training course.
I then joined the Dreadnought in Rosyth during its first reactor refuelling refit in 1970. I was part of the crew when she ventured to the North Pole.
I then joined HMS Valiant for yet another nuclear refuelling refit, re-commissioning and shake down trials. Must have been a glutton for punishment, I really wanted to join the attack team trainer at Faslane but the Valiant was the best they could do for me. Thank you for that one Drafty.
On both the Dreadnought and Valiant I was the Navigators Yeoman so was able to skive off into the Hydrographic Department as much as possible.
In 1973 I left the RN behind and lived in Edinburgh married to Pat driving city buses and other things. Got bored with that and decided to try and follow a career in electronics. I successfully completed a City and Guilds in Radio TV and Electronics then almost joined the RAF but thought better of it. Later on I trained at Highbury Tech College Portsmouth for the Electrical and Electronic Engineering ONC.
In 1976 I returned to my roots on the Isle of Wight to secure employment at the then British Hovercraft Corporation later to become Westland Aerospace a Division of Westland Helicopters and then to this day GKN Aerospace Services.
I received training as an aircraft electrician and started work in the Westland Wessex Trials Hangar at East Cowes where we had one RN Wessex Mk3, two RN Wessex Mk5s and one RAF Wessex Mk2. The work was servicing, fitting trials equipment and flight trials following the aircraft around to places such as HMS Daedalus, DERA Boscombe Down, RAF Benson, RAF Finningly, RAF Aldergrove NI, RAF Akrotiri Cyprus and RAF Sek Kong.
Sometime during all this Pat and I separated and divorced, I have now been married to Teresa for 25 years this year [2009].
During my 30 year career at GKN Aerospace I became a company graduate obtaining a BSc Degree in Analogue and Digital Electronics, Physics and Materials Science.
I then went into the electronics design section for a number of years and then returned to Wessex Military Helicopter Design Support Services eventually taking the position of Engineer in Charge of Wessex Helicopters.
When the Wessex retired from service I then moved full time to aircraft electrical and mechanical systems engineering mainly doing systems integration on aircraft power plant nacelles integration. Projects included C130J Hercules, C27J Spartan, SAAB 2000, DASH 8 and various business jet nacelles.
During my employment at GKN I was fortunate to travel abroad for the company, mostly meetings in the latter years, to Hong Kong, Cyprus, Marietta Atlanta USA, Baltimore USA, Aberdeen in Dakota USA, Sweden, Toulouse France, Turin Italy and New Zealand. Oh and I forgot the best one was Blackpool UK for an Aircraft Lightning Protection colloquium when my work colleague talked me into a ride on the Pepsi Max Big One at the Pleasure Beach complex, followed sensibly by a bag of fish and chips walking along the sea front.
I was Chief Systems Engineer and Head of Airworthiness at GKN when I retied. I have been retired for just over a year now and enjoying my hobbies, I have actually got time for them now. These are Amateur Radio, Astronomy and building things electronic in my workshop/radio shack, newly completed last year.
Nearly four years ago I had the misfortune to become seriously ill having suffered a perforated bowel and contracting peritonitis and septicaemia having two emergency operations removing bits of my bowel, spending 9 days in intensive care and about 3 months recovering in the hospital ward. Having survived that I went back to work until my retirement at the age of 60.
I have four granddaughters and two step granddaughters: Isobel, Eloise, Abigail, Alexandra, Jessica and Millie, no boys yet.
If there is any radio amateurs in the association my details are on www.qrz.com just enter my Callsign G1EUW. I am up and running VHF/UHF bands 6m, 2m and 70cm and should soon be on HF bands 40m to 10m as soon as I get the HF antenna up and working.

Larry as of Now!
THis months ( June 2008) Candidate Is Bob Phillips.
“WHERE ARE THEY NOW”
I joined the Royal Navy in August 1958, after being called for National Service. After Part 1 training at HMS Collingwood I was sent to Royal Naval Hospital, Haslar
Medical training School. Ward work followed qualification as an SBA, mainly spent on the Dirty Surgery ward, where all infected wounds and colo-rectal problems were treated. It was during this time that I met Judy Tusler. She was the Ward Sister and a few years later she married ‘Black Jack’ Gooding – there’s a name from the past!!
In September 1959 I became a full-time student at the Royal Naval School of Physiotherapy, gaining my Membership of the Chartered Society of Physiotherapy in December 1962. Duties in the Physiotherapy Dept. at Haslar until the morning of 6th March 1963, when Jim Morris and I were summoned to the Surgeon Rear Admiral’s office to be told that we were the first of the Medical Staff to be drafted into Nuclear Submarines.
This was the day after my daughter, Helen was born and a month before USS Thresher was lost at sea. A great introduction to boats but an experience!!! Drafted to HMS Dolphin on 1st April (!!) and after 6 week basic submarine training course I was drafted to HMS Rorqual for ‘seamanship experience’. Not an enjoyable time as she was involved with “sneakies”
Following the Nuclear Engineering Course at HMS Sultan and an Advanced Mathematics spell at HMS Collingwood we were attached to what was then the Royal Naval Medical School (now Institute of Naval Medicine) for medical training in Operating Theatre, Radiographic and Medical Laboratory techniques, etc. Time was also spent at the Royal Naval Physiological Laboratory for Toxic Gas Analysis. During this period we were lent to the Radio-Chemical Centre, Amersham. This was the commercial outlet for the UK Atomic Energy Authority. We worked with the Harwell team on high-level decontamination. We became the first trainees to go to HMS Vulcan at Dounreay for practical Health Physics experience.
I joined Dreadnought in September 1964, under the keen eyes of Chief Sick Berth Attendant Jack Gooding (Black Jack) and LSBA Jim Morris – both have now, sadly passed away. This was, without doubt the happiest 2 years of my Naval career. We had a lot of fun with a great, friendly crew and everyone respected each other for knowing their job.
In July 1966 I left Dreadnought to stand by HMS Resolution being built at Barrow. By this time I was a Chief Med. Tech. and was the Head of Medical/Health Physics Dept. with 3 other Med. Techs as staff. Four of us were in lodging on Walney Island when a fifth member arrived. We shared a bedroom. The next morning I put my uniform on and he did likewise. He was a Surgeon Lt. Cdr., Murdo Macleod – my new boss!! We became very good friends.
After the second Polaris patrol I left to take up a similar appointment on HMS Revenge. Following the work-up I had a visit from my Branch Commander who urged me to go for my commission as I was needed as the Base Health & Safely Officer (Nuclear) at Faslane. Nothing to lose, I passed all exams until the Final Interview (only the Medical Branch had this quirk), when I was asked by a Surgeon Captain “Did I consider that my wife was suitable for the Wardroom!!” This provoked a very heated exchange of words, followed by me walking out of the room.
The Surgeon Rear Admiral came after to apologise profusely but the damage had been done. Following this altercation I reviewed my future career and decided that it should be in medicine. I returned to the Physiotherapy Dept. at Haslar but working there was not a happy experience as, by this time (1970) the hospital had opened its doors to the civilian population of Gosport & surround. I didn’t join the RN to treat old ladies!!
1972 & 3 were good years as I was loaned to the British Cycling Federation to be the physiotherapist to the Great Britain Cycling Team. This involved the Milk Races and several stage races in Europe but very hard work!
In August 1973 I was sent to the West Middlesex University Hospital, London to complete a 2 year Teaching Diploma Course in Medicine. Part of the Final Assessment was to write a thesis. The title of mine was ‘Respiratory Failure in Underwater Medicine’, for which I received a Credit. On returning to uniform my next years were spent lecturing in the Royal Naval School of Physiotherapy.
Another 2 year civilian course was completed at St. Mary’s Post Graduate Medical School at Paddington London, this time in Spinal Manipulation. I was appointed as Principal of the School but in 1978 it was decided to amalgamate the 3 Service schools to form the Joint Services School of Physiotherapy, based at Wendover, Bucks. I was made Clinical Tutor but left at Haslar.
The School took service and civilian students and I used the Specialised Units of all the Portsmouth, Southampton and West Hospitals for their clinical experience, so I had a ‘roving commission’. It was during this time that Earl Mountbatten sent for me at Broadlands. He offered me ‘on a plate’ the physiotherapy practice which looked after the Royal Family. I declined his offer as it wasn’t what I wanted out of life. I declined promotion to Fleet Chief as the Appointer could not decide on where to send me!!
During my travels around the hospitals, I dealt with most of the Medical Consultants, who encouraged me to start a private practice. From then on, I treated most of their private patients. When I finally left the RN in August 1980 I had a fully operational practice with a normal working day from 8am – 6.30pm and clinics on Saturday mornings. I became a member of my local Rotary Club, being President in 1992/3.
In 1999 disaster struck. I was diagnosed as having advanced bowel cancer – 3 weeks later I had radical surgery, followed by six months chemotherapy. By this time, I knew that I couldn’t return to work so sold my practice. Now my time is spent on Rotary, caravanning, genealogy and scratch-building model boats. A model of Holbrook’s B11 submarine now rests in the Museum at Holbrook in Australia and other model on display in Bristol. My present project is the battleship HMS Dreadnought!!
Still married to the same girl, Val after 48 years. My daughter, Helen celebrates her Silver Wedding this month. She has a 23 year-old son, James. We have lived in Farlington, Portsmouth since 1971. I can lie in bed and watch the shipping movements in the Solent!!
With being a small branch, the Health Physics members have kept in contact. Unfortunately, out of ten, only two of us are left, all of the others have died from cancer-related conditions. They are:
Roger Lambert – the first M.O.
Malcolm Harper
John Morris
Roy Ellison
Jack Gooding
Jim Morris
Mick Slaney (mini-doc)
Ron Loveland
But I am told this is only a statistic !!
This Months ( May 2008) candidate, We need more like this so start writing!!!
Geoffrey Everett MBE
(Photograph of Geoff and Joan at the Commisioning 1963)
An ex- Caledonia Artificer (joined Feb 47) went to sea in Frigates in 1950 (HMS Loch Alvie & HMS Sharpshooter) and joined Submarines Training course in 1957 followed by sea-time in HMS Truncheon including excursions under the Northern ice.
Drafted to The first Dreadnought crew in 1960 (not one of the chosen few who spent time in the USA during Nuclear training) and resident with his family during setting to work and power range testing in Barrow in Furness.
I seem to remember spending a lot of time opening up systems in the Reactor compartment, then shutting them down again after the day (or night) activities. Following on were sea trials in home waters during which we went ’On the Step’ then running from Gibraltar for several months with 2001 sonar ringing in our ears. Took over as Outside systems CERA from the renowned Colin Rudkin who had set all the Diving systems to work I was left to sort out the somewhat difficult CO2 Scrubbers and Electolizers to get finally going. John Stanton helped me.
Joined HMS Maidstone as Nuclear repair CERA in 1965 to be in charge of Contamination control and training Shipwrights in Stainless steel welding and eb insert welding of copper nickel pipes serving under Lt. Cdr. Tommy Landport and Lt. Ken Finney. We did some significant work onboard the submarine which then had to be approved by the Laboratory in Rosyth Dockyard.
One of my jobs was to get radiographs taken of repairs we had done. My family was now resident in the MQ’s in Helensburgh My wife Joan used to complain that I was continually on call because when the submarine was at sea, there was no-one else but me on hand with any actual experience of a Nuclear submarine.
I rejoined Dreadnought in Singapore prior to the first Refuelling refit 1968 - 69 and qualified as a Manoeuvring watch keeper on the way home. Was seconded to the Rosyth dockyard refuelling team as Ships staff representative answering to Lt Cdr Rutherford.
During this time Joan and my family, now expanded to three girls, were resettled in the Rosyth MQ’s. To me the most incredible aspect of the refuelling, it being the first core change of a PWR in UK, was that one of my colleagues from Artificer apprentice days was the Project Manager. His name was John Biggerstaf . As a boy of 15 I knew him as a pretty good footballer. In this job he was dynamite! I could but stand in his shadow he having left the Navy after 12 years and studied diligently to gain a degree in Engineering and become a very important person in the Dockyards.
In1970 I was promoted to Commissioned Engineer and appointed as MEO HMS Walrus, Submarine. Seagoing for the next two years in a Diesel powered submarine was an interruption in my Nuclear career which just continued on. There was a dire shortage of any sort of Engineer in Submarines for several years into the 1980’s which was the reputed reason.
I was given HMS Olympus to complete a major refit at Devonport1978 to 1980. My family was in MQ’s in Plymouth then. After this I was appointed to my first actual job in Portsmouth as Training Planning officer to the Submarine school at HMS Dolphin. Joan and I had bought a bungalow close by in Horndean so, at last, out of MQ’s. The job in Dolphin seemed like a nice hideaway but as an Engineer I didn’t take too kindly to being roped in from time to time as ’Officer of the Day’ and having to stand on the parade ground with a bugler at the salute at Sunset and sunrise.
My time at home in diesel submarines ended when I was hassled out of the easy job in the Submarine School back to another refitting Submarine, HMS Opossum this time in Portsmouth dockyard during 1978 - 80. The refit wasn’t quite finished when I was asked to fill in at short notice to an exchange job abroad. I had to give my answer within a week - whether I was prepared to go to Nova Scotia to relieve Lt. Bob Spitter ME (SM) as Submarine Class Officer to the Canadian Forces Base, Halifax. With two daughters married, we decided to go, taking Tina our remaining daughter to finish her Secondary education in Canada. She learnt a lot there including driving on the right hand side of the road and North American accountancy.
We lived in one of those large wooden houses with a veranda and a massive basement. It was situated on a hill overlooking a place called Bedford 10 miles along the bay from Halifax. When we arrived in October 1980 it was just about the end of the autumn and were taken aback by the incredible forests of red maple leaves just about to fall. After they fell it started to snow and continued to do so on and off, through to May. I enjoyed the job and experienced the amazing respect the Brits received there. Flew around Canada occasionally on Canadian armed forces flights and even had a return flight to UK when our eldest daughters first baby was born.
The time came to leave the RN when I reached the age of 53 and I spent about a year re- building the extension on our bungalow and fitting double glazed windows etc. The retirement pension was only half pay to what we had been used to, so it didn’t seem sensible not to look for a job somewhere close by. Happens I was offered an interview with Marconi Underwater Systems in Waterlooville and spent the following 11 years as Defect resolution and Trials Engineer on the MK24 torpedo Consolidation Contract retiring in 1996 at age 65. Needless to say this torpedo was not nuclear propelled!
Made to retire at age 65, I was able to give up report writing and attending Progress Meetings so I thought, till My Son-in-law invited me to join the team at his Company called ‘Ably Shelters’ at a time when he was seriously overloaded to meet a contact to design and build Helicopter Shelters for various aircraft including the upcoming Apache.
I found myself at the cutting edge of British Industry through into my 70’s. What an eye opener that turned out to be in my job was Purchasing Manager. I found that in this job you need to know so much about materials and how to get them at the cheapest price, and if they don’t exist how to get them made to the right spec and to the right date also at the lowest possible price.
So now, here I am at age 77 with Joan my wife still in our smallish bungalow bought 45 years ago in the days I was in ‘Dreadnought‘ but mostly lived in by others. With our Three daughters flown the nest these 20 years and feeling lucky to have the occasional visit from each of our seven grandchildren, three boys and four girls who range in age between 11 and 27. It’s not bad, lots of memories held on to whilst often visiting the local NHS, hoping the next ailment to show itself isn’t Alzheimer’s or something which could be a threat to those very memories.
I thank Darby Allan for putting together this website and our Chairman and his supporters for helping him along. I also thank Lieut. Hammersly Lieut. Grove and Lieut. Pulvertaft (who all became Admirals), Lieut. Cdr. Bridgeman, Lieut. Manson, Lieut. Hely-Hutchinson………. and many, many others who tolerated having me around meddling into and wanting to find out everything, in the days of Dreadnought.
