Just watched an Expedia advert - a tanker driver takes his wife to the opera in Italy. Well, the opera isn’t my thing, but certainly in my driving career and since, I found that owners and drivers were a total cross section of society.
I have known lorry drivers who were Public Schoolboys, Grammar Schoolboys and Secondary Schoolboys. Accents ranged from regional ‘Haway man!’ To received ‘Oh gosh, I say.’ Drivers ranged from ex borstal boys to bored headmasters. Ex fighter pilots to scrap yard workers.
None of it mattered. I first heard the expression ‘hard work’ As in ‘he’s hard work isn’t he!’ Spoken by a Lancashire driver about a rather posh owner driver, who’d just bored us to death on his opinions of the customs somewhere, about Yugoslavia.
You could either do the job, or not! That was our equality.
Happy days,
John