The Syrup Stakes

I have invented a new game to pass the time whilst we have "sea days" between our various Caribbean locations. This game is called "Spot the Syrup" in honour of Only Fools and Horses for those of you not up to speed on the parlance a syrup is rhyming slang for a wig. Syrup of figs = Wigs. The rules are quite simple after you have spotted a contender you must point it out to your fellow players, Hilary, Brenda and Malcolm in a one of the public areas aboard the good ship Oceana and if the jury agree it is allowed to continue forward to the championship round where it will be crowned supreme champion, best of breed in show. So far we have some crackers, I particularly like the one worn by a gentleman who's natural colouring of sideboards and eyebrows is grey/white but his Syrup is jet black, I mean coal mine black and jumps out at you. We have a lady with a blondish wig,  that is made out of Nylon or some such material that would not move or could not move one strand a centimetre out of place in a force ten gale, to achieve this feat with real hair would take at least twenty large canisters of hair lacquer a severe government health warning and several firemen with extinguishers permanently on duty within her immediate vicinity. Also spotted has been a salt and pepper Syrup worn at a very jaunty angle that looks like two Yorkshire terriers mating. With more sea days to come I am sure there will be many more nominees to come for the jury to deliberate over before we give the award to the " Grand Champion" and the winner of the "Nicky Clarke High Seas Award"

Not Syrup wearers,  but dressed by Savile Row, notice the colour co-ordination with the carpet.

Running repairs on Communications, yes that is a bloke (Ship not moving)