Shamefaced, the sailor who sank the submarine appeared in front of his Mum.
His Mum had risen sharply through the ranks and was now in charge of the Clyde fastlane.
“I don’t know what to do with you” she said.
“Your Dad is going to go spare”
“Don’t tell me Dad!” said the shame-faced sailor “Can’t we just say that the submarine virtually
Sank it’s self in, say…. Some foreign lands?”
His Mum walked towards him, putting her hands on the shamed face of her submarine sinking son.
“Ok” she said, “But don’t come again.”
As again she pressed a tenner into his shamefaced hands.