Remember when you picked up your local rag seen a job rung them up, poped over to see the boss and job done
bjd:
Remember when you picked up your local rag seen a job rung them up, poped over to see the boss and job done
not much of a job if done that quick 
bjd:
Remember when you picked up your local rag seen a job rung them up, poped over to see the boss and job done
I think it was the fact there wer more jobs less people.
Still lets make everyone retire when there 70 and keep letting immigrants into the country.
That should help the job situation 
Yes its all coming back to me , changing tyres by the roadside flailing about in the wind trying to sheet up but on the bright side no mobile phones and a pocket full of ten pence pieces and ringing in when it suited to be asked “Where the f…k have you been”
oldsid:
Yes its all coming back to me , changing tyres by the roadside flailing about in the wind trying to sheet up but on the bright side no mobile phones and a pocket full of ten pence pieces and ringing in when it suited to be asked “Where the [zb] have you been”
Aaah yes!!! sheeting up in the wind…reminds me of …last year
Foxstein:
oldsid:
Yes its all coming back to me , changing tyres by the roadside flailing about in the wind trying to sheet up but on the bright side no mobile phones and a pocket full of ten pence pieces and ringing in when it suited to be asked “Where the [zb] have you been”Aaah yes!!! sheeting up in the wind…reminds me of …last year
The long forgotten art of finding a sheltered spot between two buildings, only to find it acted like a wind tunnel
Problem with this is that there are no jobs now in the local rag …
Aaah yes!!! sheeting up in the wind…reminds me of …last year
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The long forgotten art of finding a sheltered spot between two buildings, only to find it acted like a wind tunnel
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facing it downwind and all it does is try and slap you in the face
Even worse trying to roll it back up again
bjd:
Remember when you picked up your local rag seen a job rung them up, poped over to see the boss and job done
Here in Glasgow theres still several old school hauliers who recruit like that. Helps if you know how to drive and can drop a few names.
yes the good old days, split fingers from the wet hemp ropes that went slacker than knickers with no elastic, only to shrink when dry so you could not get the knots undone, waiting for days at any given dock, and only when you reached the head of the queue came the first question, was it for paperwork, type of load, how much of the load, how you the driver are, NO union card driver. no card you did not tip, exactly the same at the car plants, nobody wanted to work a good days work for a good days pay.
so now little indusrty but its ok we have benefits instead for those who dont want to work, which puts a shadow over those who cant but would like to be able to work. all done
You are looking at it on the black side, it kept one fit and out in the fresh air…no need to waste money on a gym, a good night out for ten bob(er thats fifty pence in new money)
oh yes the good ole days (not)…night out in mansfield trying to kip in the back of a ford d series in the middle of winter,lying on top of 10 pallets of rawlplugs 
weewulliewinkie:
oh yes the good ole days (not)…night out in mansfield trying to kip in the back of a ford d series in the middle of winter,lying on top of 10 pallets of rawlplugs
you had it easy matey at least you were under cover in the back, i had to kip on the ground under me flat trailer using me sheets to try to keep snow off me and me ropes as a pillow to mek sure no bugger pinched em 
■■■ that for a game of soldiers…
Did you have gravel for tea too?
Drivers were ard back in the day
bjd:
Drivers were ard back in the day
If you had to jack the truck up to change a wheel on soft ground another driver would lay down under the jack to give some support
Ard as nails
green456:
weewulliewinkie:
oh yes the good ole days (not)…night out in mansfield trying to kip in the back of a ford d series in the middle of winter,lying on top of 10 pallets of rawlplugsyou had it easy matey
that must have been the same nite a had to burn all my clothes to start a fire under the diesel tank to thaw it out while a wis chaining down a load of scrap with ma bare hands and it was only -20 below 
Getting up at 4am to wake the bloody horses up. Trying to get the harness on without getting kicked or bitten. Wearing the wife’s tights under the long johns, three pairs of socks, vest, two jumpers and a jacket with a sack over the shoulders to keep the rain off.
Trying to back the lazy buggers between the shafts, only to find that one of them had stepped over the traces, and, when you finally get it all straight all you get is a huge smelly ■■■■ from Dobbin.
Hand balling 1cwt (50kg) bales of soggy hay on to the cart and then trying desperately to make the horses walk in a straight line so you don’t break a wheel on the gatepost.
At the end of the day there is a good hour’s work brushing and cleaning before you can go for your own tea.
Ahhh! The Good Old Days.
I’ve never read a bigger load of Bollox than these previous posts,I know there were always a load of Cowboys and idiots that operated within the industry (no doubt there still are) but it looks like a good few of them have posted on this site.Reading some of this crap would have you wondering how on earth the Road Transport industry managed to operate in those far off years,do me favour ! Cheers Bewick.