I can imagine a few scruffy fisherman and a salty old seadog of a Captain ploughing out into the North Sea just after midnight on a thumpety-thumpety old boat,

I can imagine a few scruffy fisherman and a salty old seadog of a Captain ploughing out into the North Sea just after midnight on a thumpety-thumpety old boat, rocking and reeling, listening to this forecast, and then standing to "God save The Queen" each contemplating whether they will be able to return home at the end of the day.