try these 2 .posted elsewhere a while ago,but ballsups by me anyway.
parking up near pleck road…j9—j10 m6. years ago there was lorry parking there,and also around the surrounding areas…sooooo…parks up with a load of steel beams overhanging plenty at the back…usual story,pub…■■■■■■■■■■■■ trollop,who when i woke up beside her had somhow changed overnight from being a stunning ■■■ goddess,into a fat minging munter complete with indian in tattoos…however,any port in a storm,i get a cuppa,and decipher exactly whereabouts i am…apparantly its somewhere in wolverhampton which seems a reasonable place to wakeup,then possibly 45 seconds later,it starts to dawn on me that i left the lorry in walsall…i havent a clue whereabouts i am as its in the middle of a housing estate,but finds a bus stop after asking directions,gets on the 1st bus that comes,then get off it 5 mins later as its taking me away from walsall. eventually back to walsall after running miles once i found a landmark,and back to truck as i can now see it over on the waste ground…hhhmmmmmmmmm those beams hanging off the back have bounced loose a tad on the journey down from glasgow…bright hangover idea number 1 comes into place now…im backed up onto a massive brick wall… methinks il just loosen the dwangs off a tad,and give the beams a wee nudge and see if they shove back up the trailer a bit…start truck,build the air…back gently and nudge wall the tinyest of tiny wee taps,happy days,there goes 20 or 30 feet of brick wall crashing down so that i can now see a clear view into the back of a police station or somewhere that looked very similar judging by the cars and stuff now covered in bricks…so i do what any self respecting truckie would do in a similar situation…trailer plate off,and heavy pedal with the chains and dwangs flapping i expected to get dragged away denying everything somewhere south on the m6,but i tightened the lot up at corley services,and never another word heard.hopefully itl stay that way…perfect end to a perfect night…I wouldn’t know what night is my most memorable,but this one has to be in my top ten…
30 + years ago.night out at salford docks area/.pub was called the clewes or something like that,a normal truckie haunt full of baggies and enthusiastic amateurs,so always a good night had by all. im parked on waste ground where they have decided to use as a national carpark but its deserted because its the evening and theres a few trucks abandoned there,…,several happy pub hours later,im blocked,helping tonights star buy into her high rise penthouse for a nice chinkies and some horizontal jogging,wakesup in the morning,back to truck,the carpark is now filling up with cars and im blocked in…disaster… winston is there collecting tickets from a garden shed painted yellow.( I think his name was Winston,but its a long time ago) ive to burgle 4 or 5 cars to move them so i can at least see the exit while winston stops others from blocking me in further.45 mins later with my arms hanging off me,ive nearly got the cab at the exit,but the trailers still round the back of the ticket office/garden shed. so as i eventually remove the trailer plate, winston gets told to go out onto the street to stop traffic as im coming out,once hes safely 10 yards away looking the wrong way,i exit left,taking out the shed as the trailer wheels flatten it and wreck it as the last 15 feet/2 axles,and a few tons of bricks trash it into firewood. i stop looking in the mirrors and heavy pedal it off into the sunset.flat out in a guy j4 with a 180 gardner,5 gears and no power steering wasnt exactly warp factor 9,but the reek of smoke coming out of the old donkey made up for that…im still waiting for the bill though,so altogether not the worst evening…