Does anybody remember an old tanker driver called Edgar Bradshaw? (Chappells Batley) Well Edgar only had one leg (the other was false, wood.) Edgar was a skilled man, we were only young lads and there were quite a few of us on a night out in the early 60’s at Brays, Islington and in the morning Edgar couldn’t find his leg, it had been “moved”. Well the bottom line is Edgar brought his loaded motor back up the old A1, David Brown crash box, and got it all the way back to Batley until some of the lads “found” Edgars leg. We were never sure how he climbed up into the cab on one leg, but he did. Got to say, he didn’t see the funny side of it. 
That’s a true story.
Hi Brian,
There was a chap this way,who back in the 60’s drove an Albion Reiver six wheeler flatbed with an artificial leg.His name was Reg Lloyd,he was on general haulage,used to handball animal feeds and sacks of grain,plus anything else that came along.Like the chap you mention,those blokes got on with it and adapted with their disabilty and kept their job.
Cheers Dave.
Got to say, he didn’t see the funny side of it.
LOL I can kinda sympathise. I am partially deaf, I was born like it and so I’m used to it. Its OK until I’m in a noisy environment, pub, factory etc and then I start to struggle.
Thing is whenever I explain to someone why I’ve ‘suddenly’ become deaf, I nearly always get “pardon”. Like I ain’t heard that before 
It does get boring after the 3 millionth time.
Mind you if I’d been one of them lads… yeah I’d have nicked his leg too 
grumpy old man:
Does anybody remember an old tanker driver called Edgar Bradshaw? (Chappells Batley) Well Edgar only had one leg (the other was false, wood.) Edgar was a skilled man, we were only young lads and there were quite a few of us on a night out in the early 60’s at Brays, Islington and in the morning Edgar couldn’t find his leg, it had been “moved”. Well the bottom line is Edgar brought his loaded motor back up the old A1, David Brown crash box, and got it all the way back to Batley until some of the lads “found” Edgars leg. We were never sure how he climbed up into the cab on one leg, but he did. Got to say, he didn’t see the funny side of it.
That’s a true story.
I have nothing against his 1 leg…trouble is,neither did he!!!
Take it easy,
David 
I have a slightly of the thread story my old mum lost a leg to diabetes in the early 80s she had moved to milton keynes when my dad died to be near my sister so we my other half and the kids would spend the w/end there when we visited anyway the usual sunday routine was go to my sisters then me and my brother in law would go to the pub lunch time these were the days when they only opened 12 till 2 on sundays any way my mum was walking slowly holding on to a wall to get to my car me being an impatient bugger said "I will carry you mum " so I picked her up with my arms round her waist and carried her to the car not very dignified I know but time was getting on and I wanted to be in the pub for 12 anyway she was shouting at me something about her leg and when I looked down her false leg was not with her but standing to attention where I had picked her up she was not a happy woman but saw the funny side after, I felt terrible for embarrasing her but did get to the pub for 12 haha, I worked with a fella years ago when I was a butcher who had one leg and if you did not know him he would hit his false leg with the sharpening steel which made a dull thud sound it really threw you first time you saw it, cheers fred
I knew an old Polish bloke in the 1970’s, came over during the war then worked for the Coal Board, first down the pit and then, after a bad accident, on Home Coal deliveries. He was as strong as a horse, and would help anybody without a moment’s hesitation. One day after he’d retired, he’d been for his pension when a couple of skinheads started taunting him and telling him to **** off back home. He asked them if they thought they were harder than him, then took a long drag on his Embassy and stubbed it out on his eyeball. What the thugs didn’t know was that it was a glass one, the result of the pit accident all those years before. One of them fainted on the spot, the other ran away. He died about ten years ago, and I never knew his real name, everybody called him “Jim Dobry”, which is roughly Polish for “good day” !