Beau Nydel:
Did a bit of shunting today off and on the dock. Spent more time moving curtains back off side windows and tucking frilly pelmets into sunvisors. Didn’t realise we had so many gays working for us. So yes I agree with the original post.
I suppose if you aint a tramper you don’t get it., so I’ll attempt to explain.
You live in that space all week, in some jobs for weeks on end without going home, work, rest, and if your luck is in one weekend…‘play’
It’s a ■■■■ steel box lined with plastic, So you try and make a silk ■■■■■ out of a pig’s lug, personalise it, and make it as ‘homely’ as possible to whatever your idea of a nice home is.
For example, if you are a rough arsed unwashed dirty 2at, you may choose to go for the ‘Stig of the dump’Beast pit’ option, aka a total ■■■■ hole, enhanced with the odd used ■■■■ bottle under the seats, and ‘soiled’ copies of Razzle magazine lying around the half inch of dust, general crap, and dirty undercrackers, complete with the fragrance akin to a dead buffalo’s arse to enhance the ambiance.
If you are more refined, and slightly in touch with your feminine side, but at the same time a raging heterosexual (unlike your interpretation) there is the ‘Paris brothel’ tableaux theme (a bit like mine
) complete with tassels, pelmets, and Olde English rope tie backs, accessorised with a constant burst of automatic air freshner (preferably iced citrus) to serve the same purpose of Stig’s ‘Eau de buffalorectum’ but a more pleasant fragrant version.
Or if you have minimal imagination or flair, or simply can’t be arsed, there is always some happy medium in between the two extremes.
Hope that explains things and broadens your stereotype ‘agency/day man’ perspective, and gives an insight into the mind of a seasoned tramper.