If V.O.S.A. were watching that game then they would of insisted that triangles were needed for such an overhanging load 
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I remember watching that game on the B.B.C. on a Saturday afternoon and I remember the incident very well but I canāt remember the score for some reason 
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lol well this thread is a laugh nothing changes lol hiya colonel long time no see or hear good too know you still about
shirly temple:
lol well this thread is a laugh nothing changes lol hiya colonel long time no see or hear good too know you still about
Not the shirley temple from Howe European ? Prato ?
no afraid not one hit prato john lol used to run my own to greece and other places for a good while then drove out of ireland for a good bit too
I heard Shirley Temple from Howe emigrated to S.Africa years ago .He was a good bloke . He was married & had a family & he used to do Prato & back wearing maroon velvet flares & a frilly shirt . He was 6ā & had long blonde wavy hair . I think his real name was Vic. It was funny , Hungry Joe got appendicitis in Prato & Vic was his replacement who arrived at Prato Station & was met by the other two Howe drivers . They had never met Vic before so when they see Vic walking down the platform in a velvet suit & patent leather shoes with shiny buckles they nearly dropped . He took a lot of stick but he turned out to be a good bloke & a good driver . He also had a beautiful wife but she never did a trip with him . Never saw Joe again .
me iam a ginger nut lol used to do all sorts of places depends how i felt lol this job had some colourfull characters in days gone by it need s them now but i doubt it most guys now days wont have stories like this to tell
Hungry Joe was from Hungary & was so patriotic pro Brit that you had to be careful what you said about Queen & Country !!
I landed on this thread as I was passing a bit of time before heading out into the garden. I started at the beginning, and got firmly engrossed in the interesting, and often amusing exchanges between the various combatants. It soon got off the subject of the āTrainee Basque Policemen on Peageā, and turned into a mass attack on āColonelā, during which he endured what can only be described as a fairly comprehensive character assassination. It got a bit personal at times, but the Colonel stuck to his guns, and fired a few broadsides of his own in response. Towards the end however, the name of that lady with the ā ā ā ā ā ā ā ā ā ā ā ā , Ms. Erica Rowe cropped up, and things got to be altogether more amusing and lighthearted, as any good debate should. I,m sure even Colonel gave a sigh of relief and unalloyed pleasure,as Ms.Rowes bazookas graced the page. All in all ,it has made my day. I shall be cutting the grass with a smile on my face , thanks to the various contributors to this thread. At the age of 74 and an arf, I need a bit of a laff now and again.I can see them now, in me mind,s eye, bouncing about at Twickers. I can,t remember the score either, or even who won. 
Oz lost to England 11-15 . due to the Ozzies not keeping their eye on the ball & Englandās novel diversionary tactics .
It also appears to work with the guy who brings the drinks on and the physio in cricket or so I am often told 
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