eric the judge:
When I started driving for a living [1967] all bricks from London Bricks works in Bedfordshire were loaded by hand with the driver helping. You quite often only went 20 or 30 miles before handballing them off again . Oh happy days but it kept you fit
Yes, even in the early seventies, the driver was expected to help load. Wood pulp from the borders to Bowaters Ellesmere Port was always handball. Easy unload though, a machine with a blade pushed it off the side. You had to make sure your body Ubolts were tight! If a log jammed, the machine was powerful enough to push the body off too.
I loaded roof tiles from a place in Wigan (Cale Lane?) for a while. That was work intensive. You would park next to the stack and 3 of you would load 20 tons of tiles. You had to wear gloves or your hands would get ripped to shreds.
One of the worst places I ever loaded was India tyres at inchinnan. First question was ‘where’s your mate?’
‘Why would I have a mate?’
‘To help you load - you need to go back to Tollcross (I think) and pick up a mate.’ I point blank refused. So they said they wouldn’t load me, so I said fine and got back in the cab ready to drive away. They backed down and generously let me ‘lace’ a 40’ van with tyres by myself.
When it was loaded I asked to use the lavatory to wash - I was black from head to toe and covered in sweat. ‘Ah ye canna, they’re for company employees only.’ I was about ready for a fight by then and I think he saw it - the lavatories were filthy, with no hot water, but I cleaned up as best I could.
Before I left I asked if they were all Union men. Of course they were. ‘Then why are you denying half a dozen men full time jobs by letting the driver pick up a mate and load the vans’
No reply to that. Didn’t load at India again!
I used to find all dockers had a similar mindset- they couldn’t see how shortsighted they were.
It was always a joy to load at Burtons Biscuits. Containers were coming in then under CMR rules - ‘chauffeur must rest’, so if you were willing to help load, they gave you a big goody bag of biscuits. If you were on Burtons for a couple of weeks doing inter factory you had enough biscuits to open a shop!
Dennis Pye, who worked for Alan Cooksey (removals at first, later vans on for Bowater Scott, then they sold out to Blue Dart) reckoned that even the dog turned its nose up at biscuits in his house.
Dave Cooksey, Alan’s son,told me that they used to go to one particular drop regularly, a hangover from the removal days, all handball and hard work. One of the lads found a surgical boot and put it on for a laugh when delivering there. They insisted he go sit in his cab while they unloaded him. Of course the next driver going there did the same. Dave was the third driver to work this scam. An employee sidled up to him with an embarrassed air, ‘is it like a Remploy type firm yours? It’s just that all the drivers seem to have bad legs.’
That may belong in the tall tales box, I don’t know.
John