Memories of Portsmouth

[Griffin NoName]

If Oi remembers Black Bart roight, 'ed be needin ter eet ten tins o spinach jest ter get up ther strenth ter push ther button.

[DaveL]

Bustling Brian's 5 star merchandise awaits its next set of unsuspecting customers.

[Black Bart]

If Oi remembers Black Bart roight, 'ed be needin ter eet ten tins o spinach jest ter get up ther strenth ter push ther button.

Arrrrrrrrrrgh...I be weaker than Mr Burns!

Dragged meself back to the Monastry fer TLAP Day!

[Griffin NoName]

An a roight noightmair pllezure it be ter see yer !!

[Black Bart]

Hope yer avin a good TLAP Day.

Dese kids needs the best edumacationin dey kin gets...Oh elp...I'm decendin into Chow Mein/Bruder Curzen Lingo!

[anthrobabe]

News Headline out of Portsmouth
1 hour ago


Pillaging Pirates spotted
video at 11


Happy TLAP Day ye slimy maggots

[Black Bart]

Arrrrr...anybody remember these two fellers...they used ta work in the Old Portsmouth Fishe Heade Stewe kitchen:

[DaveL]

Big Ron's ill fated competition 'The Butcher Boys' move into Portsmouth, looking for a slice of the local sausage action.

[anthrobabe]

Memories of Portsmouth,
Or how I got the towns sawbones a new Surrey.
By Mad Maggot Magee

I remember the time that I filled the fountain in the magistrates courtyard with assorted meat and entrail leavings and turned the water off---- did I forget to mention that he was out of town, for about a month, and it was July, the very very hot July we had that year- and then I hid out in the area until he returned and when he stepped off the ship I hurried around to the pub and rousted me mates and we all trooped over to see his face when he opened his gate. And when we got there he was just arriving and he stepped out of his coach and unlocked the gate and strolled right on in and by and didn't take a second look at the mess, it was then me and me mates discovered that Black Bart and Pieces o Nine had stolen the offal to fed their crews.

The towns sawbones was soon able to buy a new surry as he was able to rent out all of his chamber pots to BB and PoN for their puking crews at a very nice profit.

[pieces o nine]

Today bein the Sabbath an all, oi took a leisurely stroll aroun' Historyc Portsmouth. Imagine me deloit at findin a small chapel in a narrow soide street off the Benbow. O' course, the chapel as been repurposed, loike (an ye locals nose wot oi'm referin to) but there was still a foine placard outside honorin one who was not from here, although he were eventually taken into the bosom, so to speak, o' the community.

Oi'm referin, o course to the Roight Rev'rund Mun-sea-nyer "Canon" O'Hanlon, God Rest 'im, wot brought religion to these sorry parts at the point o' his cutlass and eavy artillery. Oi am now off to the Benbow to lift a tankard of mead to 'is memory.

[Griffin NoName]

Aaaaaaaaaar!!  'e loiked a good mission 'e did !!!

[Black Bart]

Arrrgh...That there Canon O'Hanlon be lookin worryinly familiar.

It be a little known fact that Cap'n Cronan had Irish ancestors and one o em was a man o the church!

One of these ancestors was a Poet who made up such exerable verse that a group of his clansman murdered him! 

[Aggie]

Oi thought Kronan were a Swedish name....

[Black Bart]

Arrrr...well done matey...ye've discovered yet another Cronan wreck...

The Titanic
The Brittanic

and now the Kronan...fear his name!

[pieces o nine]

Oi found this old photo tucked inter a book in the Portsmouth Public Libery. Methinks the Young Madame Fifi don' look all that penitent.