I was supposed to be starting a new class 1 hiab job in Derbyshire this week but it’s gone a bit pear shaped. Then out of the blue I got a call from a haulier in Lincs. and was asked if I’d be interested in driving a Scania with a 65 ton per metre crane… Was supposed to be going over to meet them this morning when I got Shanghai’d by a family member… “Can you just do a quick job for me then you’ve got the day to yourself”… It’s now 5.00 pm and I still might have to go down to the smoke later to do a recovery job near the London Eye!! Talk about stitched up, I told the firm in Lincoln and thankfully they saw the funny side as it’s a family run outfit… Still, blood is thicker than water I suppose and at least I managed to get a few photos which I know are usually well received on here…
Got to love a family business ain’t you. Back in the day my I had a Saturday lunch date with a lovley young lady and my dad had a driver burn a clutch out on a lorry and it was needed urgently that afternoon. We done the clutch on the floor at the tip in 4 hours and I got to the date only 20 minutes late but looking like a washed up black and white minstrel.
Thankfully she saw the funny side of it though.
Also beware anything where ‘nip’ or ‘pop’ is mentioned.
I can always remember from the first place I was at with the phrase ‘just nip/pop up the road there’s a Daf that needs jump-starting’. Get there and it would be out of diesel and need bleeding through, of course, everyone back at base knew this and just didn’t fancy getting soaked in diesel and would pretend the driver hadn’t explained the problem properly on the phone when you got back.
Got asked by a bloke at work (who is notorious for getting you caught up in jobs that are much bigger than he depicts them and then leaving you to it!) are you busy?. Me, yes, him, mmm good answer, got caught once never gain!
when I was a young pup, had been seeing a very very tasty nurse for a couple of weeks, we had been shall we say intimate for the first time and I arranged to meet her the following week (before mobile phones) then the friday I had arranged to meet her a wagon comes in with oil leaking out the gearbox
it had manged to throw a bolt that held the overdrive gear (a dodge 16 tonner with a six speed box) through the back of the gearbox casing - so my friday night was spent replacing this as it had to be out next morning (yup was a family firm - my dad bugger’d off to the pub)
anyway ask my “mates” to explain why I won’t be there at our meet which they promptly didn’t. Long story short never saw her again, she thought I had my wicked way and stood her up on purpose - that wasn’t the first time something like that happened or the last
one of the reasons I packed it in and became an employee for some one else
