A View of the Fifties

A view of the fifties lifebuoy, A soap a remember well on ships there was no other soap it had a strong masculine scent for those who didn't use Floyd aftershave. We seamen were a clean race always a shower after work and those who did not were soon persuaded to shower and keep clean or, they had to take their food outside. When going ashore in seaports in Britain, it was grey and it appeared colour had not been invented. The pubs closed early and were thick of cigarette smoke. We usually ended up in a fish& chips shop, some of them had tables made of Formica and not too clean. What made life bearable was the many women, not prostitutes but not sparing with what they had to offer. Since there was nowhere to go, the loving was done in a dark alleyway standing up leaning against a piss soaked wall. Going back onboard to a well-lit ship and warm bunk was heavenly.