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Matelot is not born, he is made out of leftovers! God built the
world and the animals and then recycled the gash to create this
dastardly weapon.
He took the leftover roar of the lion, the howl of the hyena, the
clumsiness of the ox, the stubborness of the mule, the slyness of
the fox, the wildness of the bull and the pride of a peacock - then
added the filthy evil mind of the devil to satisfy his wierd sense
of humour.
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Matelot evolved into a crude combination of John Dillinger, Errol
Flynn, Beau Brummel and Valentino - a swashbuckling - beer-swilling
- lovemaking - LIAR!
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Matelot likes girls, rum, beer, fights, uckers, runs ashore, pubs,
jokes, long leave, his mates and his ticket. He hates officers,
rounds, divisions, saluting middies, naval police, painting the
side, jaunties, navy scran, his turn in the barrel and signing on!
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Matelot comes in four colours; white, off white, dirty and filthy
- all looking alike under a tan and a uniform.
He
is brave drinking beer, abusive playing crib, brutal defending his
pride and passionate making love.
He
can start a brawl, create a disaster, offend the law, desert his
ship, make you lose your money, your temper and your mind!
He
can take your sister, your mother, your aunt, and when he is caught
get his captain to vouch for his integrity.
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matelot is loved by all mothers, sisters, aunts and nieces; hated
by all fathers, brothers, uncles and nephews.
He
has a girl in every port and a port in every girl. He breaks more
hearts, causes more fights and begets more bastards than any other
man, yet when he is off to sea he is missed more than any other!
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matelot is a mean, hard drinking, fast running, mealy mouthed son-of-a-bitch,
but when you are in strife he is a strong shoulder to lean on, a
pillar of wisdom, and a defender of the faith and cause. He fights
for his mate, and dies for his country, without question or hesitation!
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