Jolodas were a brilliant concept John, of that there can be little doubt, but as you know, should there be any movement of the load during transit, and it did occur on occasions, then it only required one box to snag on an adjacent pallet and it could be an absolutely pain in the derrière trying to get them separated, probably not too bad with bog roll, but at least with a pallet truck, you could rock the pallet from side to side to square it up, and as you say, the system only worked with perfect pallets. We got round the problem to a degree with those 8’ X 4’ sheets of 3/8" ply that we used to separate the pallets. You’ll remember those of course. The memory of the splinters in my fingers will remain with me until the day that they Joloda me into the back of that long black Daimler.
Did you ever do any of those loads of cheese from the Scottish creameries John ? The cheese was packed in plywood boxes, which were as slippery as ■■■■, then palletised. They weren’t shrink wrapped or banded to the pallet, and the load didn’t always exactly match the dimensions of the pallet either, so it was necessary to load them with the pallets arranged alternately, or dog leg fashion as I call it, in order to close the gaps. Well Mack brought a load down from Scotch one time that I was given the honour of delivering.
The dozy bugger had only loaded the trailer with all the pallets narrow end on, the full length of the trailer and when I arrived at the delivery point and opened the back doors the scene that met my eyes was reminiscent of that old film footage of the bombing of Coventry. The product wasn’t damaged in any way, as it was encased in plywood, but it was a handball job to get the thing tipped.
Twenty tons of effin’ cheese to re-palletise. Thanks a bundle Mack. Polishing your ■■■■■■■ motor every day is one thing, loading it properly is another matter entirely.
Regards. Eddie.