THE BATTLE OF TRAFALGAR
THE BATTLE OF TRAFALGAR - 2004 version
Nelson: “Order the signal, Hardy.”
Hardy: “Aye, aye sir.”
Nelson: “Hold on, that’s not what I dictated to the signal officer.
What’s the meaning of this?”
Hardy: “Sorry sir?”
Nelson (reading aloud): “England expects every person to do his duty,
regardless of race, gender, sexual orientation, religious persuasion
or disability”. “What gobbledygook is this?”
Hardy: “Admiralty policy, I’m afraid, sir. We’re an equal
opportunities employer now. We had the devil’s own job getting
‘England’ past the censors, lest it be considered racist.”
Nelson: “Gadzooks, Hardy. Hand me my pipe and tobacco.”
Hardy: “Sorry sir. All naval vessels have been designated smoke-free
working environments.”
Nelson: “In that case, break open the rum ration. Let us splice the
main brace to steel the men before battle.”
Hardy: “The rum ration has been abolished, Admiral. Its part of the
Government’s policy on binge drinking.”
Nelson: “Good heavens, Hardy. I suppose we’d better get on with it.
Full speed ahead.”
Hardy: “I think you’ll find that there’s a 4 knot speed limit in this
stretch of water.”
Nelson: “Damn it man! We are on the eve of the greatest sea battle in
history. We must advance with all dispatch. Report from the crow’s
nest, please.”
Hardy: “That won’t be possible, sir.”
Nelson: “What?”
Hardy: “Health and safety have closed the crow’s nest, sir. No
harness. And they said that rope ladder doesn’t meet regulations. They won’t let
anyone up there until a proper scaffolding can be erected.”
Nelson: “Then get me the ship’s carpenter without delay, Hardy.”
Hardy: “He’s busy knocking up a wheelchair access to the fo’c’sle
Admiral.”
Nelson: “Wheelchair access? I’ve never heard anything so absurd.”
Hardy: “Health and safety again, sir. We have to provide a
barrier-free environment for the differently abled.”
Nelson: “Differently abled? I’ve only one arm and one eye and I refuse
even to hear mention of the word. I didn’t rise to the rank of admiral
by playing the disability card.”
Hardy: “Actually, sir, you did. The Royal Navy is under-represented in
the areas of visual impairment and limb deficiency.”
Nelson: “Whatever next? Give me full sail. The salt spray beckons.”
Hardy: “A couple of problems there too, sir. Health and safety won’t
let the crew up the rigging without crash helmets. And they don’t want
anyone breathing in too much salt - haven’t you seen the adverts?”
Nelson: “I’ve never heard such infamy. Break out the cannon and tell
the men to stand by to engage the enemy.”
Hardy: “The men are a bit worried about shooting at anyone, Admiral.”
Nelson: “What? This is mutiny.”
Hardy: “It’s not that, sir. It’s just that they’re afraid of being
charged with murder if they actually kill anyone. There’s a couple of
legal aid lawyers on board, watching everyone like hawks.”
Nelson: “Then how are we to sink the Frenchies and the Spanish?”
Hardy: “Actually, sir, we’re not.”
Nelson: “We’re not?”
Hardy: “No, sir. The Frenchies and the Spanish are our European
partners now. According to the Common Fisheries Policy, we shouldn’t
even be in this stretch of water. We could get hit with a claim for
compensation.”
Nelson: “But you must hate a Frenchman as you hate the devil.”
Hardy: “I wouldn’t let the ship’s diversity co-coordinator hear you
saying that sir. You’ll be up on disciplinary.”
Nelson: “You must consider every man an enemy who speaks ill of your
King.”
Hardy: “Not any more, sir. We must be inclusive in this multicultural
age.
Now put on your Kevlar vest; it’s the rules.”
Nelson: “Don’t tell me - health and safety. Whatever happened to rum,
sodomy and the lash?”
Hardy: “As I explained, sir, rum is off the menu! And there’s a ban on corporal punishment.”
Nelson: “What about sodomy?”
Hardy: “I believe it’s to be encouraged, sir.”
Nelson: “In that case …kiss me, Hardy.”
