Evening all
Back in the Swedish monster today. Rustler q/pounder inserted into microwave. Reduced whoops cola placed in convenient under-bunk fridge. The beaver is ready to roll. Or not. Night shift bellend driver comes over sheepishly at the same time as my retina’s scope the fuel needle. After a brief acknowledgment of bellendish behaviour,480 horses are saddled up.
Gaffer comes over. Asks if I fancy a blast up the East Lancs in a BRAND NEW scanny to put its first tank of fuel in.
Go on then lol! 25 mins later,fuels in and my face resembles Jack Nicholson as The Joker. Christ these things move with no trailer.
Back to depot. Re-saddle my beast and hook up to a decent trailer. Off to Jaguar at Halewood to collect a full load of plastic containers. 20 mins later the Bluetooth interrupts my sing a long with Coldplay. Gaffer turns me around to collect a load from Warrington instead and take said load to York. Nice day me thinks. WRONG. Gets to my drop and there are 3 artics waiting to be tipped. [zb]!!! Eventually get loaded and then a bulk tipper blocks my exit and connects up to the silo. “Sorry pal im booked in and gonna be an hour or so.” [zb] again!!! Finally he clears off and reveals the tightest turn ive ever seen. TURTLES HEAD TIME AGAIN. Just managed it and the bulk driver points to the lack of guttering " You did well there pal,a driver yesterday ragged the guttering off! " EEK!! Turtle banished back to the intestine and ready to rock tomorrow. Don’t know who took yesterdays ■■■ trailer!! Crap job for somebody…im going now.