Butcher Donald Theodore Williams
I have mentioned Butch before. Butch was a great guy and very placid until he had a few beers. He was a big guy who could punch you out with great ease. Butch went ashore for a f**k, fight, a feed and a f . . . ew beers, in reverse order. Butch always had a few beers, which always got a fight, especially with RNers (he had a distinct dislike for them), nearly always had a feed but rarely got the f**k. That's not to say he wasn't handsome or anything, it's just that the other 'entertainment' took priority.

RO Bluey McLauchlan
Blue was a WA boy with red hair and a crew cut and I guess was around 18 years of age when he joined Quiberon. Blue was full of fun and enjoyed the odd beer of two so was well liked.
Blue really jumped up the list of the 10 best known people on board one afternoon coming up the East coast and I think we were around the Jervis Bay area. We had fired blank anti-submarine mortars and had lowered the boat to go and retrieve them. A radio operator with a mobile radio was always sent in case visual contact was lost or there was a mishap and Blue was the delegated RO.
When the boat returned and came alongside to attach the blocks so it could be hauled back up the davits, the sea had increased a bit. The for'ard hand got his block locked in but they were having difficulty in securing the aft block. Everyone in he boat who had nothing to do at that time was hanging on to their fall-rope to steady themselves. The helmsman decided it was best to let go the for'ard block and go around and start again as the boat was getting a bit of a pounding alongside the ship. As they let go the for'ard block, the boat was swept sideways away from the ship about 20 - 30 feet (7 - 10 metres). The only problem being that Blue hadn't let go of his fall-rope!! So there he was, dangling on it some 6 feet (2 metres) above the water!! If he stayed there he could get injured when the boa came alongside again, so he had to let go & swim to the boat. Now Blue's natural complexion was light but by now he had turned sheet white at the thought of getting very wet not to mention the possibility of sharks. We have all seen the cartoons where the likes of Donald Duck churns the water to escape the same predicament, and Blue did a magnificent imitation. I think he almost ran the 20 feet or so to the boat as he didn't even get wet from the 4th rib up. His efforts were much applauded by those watching from both ship and work boat.
Some time ago I was talking to Blue and he told me about a time in Sydney when he was ashore and really having a good time. The NSW constabulary spied him and they must have been jealous as it seems, out of spite, they bundled him into the 'paddy wagon' and put him in the 'slammer' for the night. A few days later, Blue was going ashore and when duty officer, S/Lt Taylor, in giving Blue permission to go ashore said "Carry on McLauchlan, but don't carry on ashore!"