I was drafted to HMS Torquay during 1977 she was a training ship for officers, weapons electrical etc. My good mate spider Webb was leading hand food spoiler (Cook).
Now Spider was very fond of his drink and runs ashore with him were deadly, we had had a particularly heavy run ashore in Pompey one Saturday, we never went far, mainly the Hard was as far as we got, as Spider used to remind us that walking from pub to pub was wasted drinking time.
Anyway we were duty cooks the next day and Spider was wrecked, I had to cover breakfast for him and was halfway through lunch when he arrives In the galley.
Torquay had two galleys one for us mere mortals and an officers galley, but on a Sunday all food was cooked in the main galley so as to afford cooks time off. (We didn’t get much believe me).
Spider comes into the galley and asks what's been done, I tells him that all’s in order the veg prepped, duff sorted and the meat in the oven, which was legs of lamb, (well Pusser’s mutton really).
Spider promptly opens the oven and half pulls out the tray with two legs in it from the top rack, then the smell hits his rather delicate stomach and he promptly chucks up all over it.
Not dismayed he pulls the tray out goes to the sink washes 'em off and puts 'em back in the tray with a warning to me ….. ‘Top tray is for the officers wardroom’.