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UK PROFESSIONAL DRIVERS FORUMS OLD TIME LORRIES, COMPANIES AND DRIVERS (INTERACT
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Sorry about this guys what a lash up, to tired try again tomorrow

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PROWLANDS:

:laughing: i can see where lewis gets it from now!!

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PROWLANDS:


Snap!

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Hello mattie you’ll have to pop round, I followed your destructions, obviously not!! also cocked up load of Toleman pics for someone else

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Nice Mack at Salzburg on the way down to Patras

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Rupert folowing in his old F86 somewhere around Volos

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Rupert Solomon in the F86 he bought from Bob to do continental work, a bit of an old banger really and I think that before he bought it it was in fact a shunter. Rupert was a good lad though and a gentleman

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missed this one, a blurry pic of a British Foden who’d come off the road north of Nis

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Pic of Rupert at Corinth Canal service area

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Me at same place

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Corinth Canal hand hewn by man, well many men

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East of Piraeus, parking lot for many, many, tankers

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Bit out of sync, Berliet could have been CSAD near Imranli Turkey

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great pictures paul (im about next week if your in, i want to pop and see lewis)

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Could be Tuesday evening Mattie.

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Another time, another tale.
Summer ‘77, me and Smudger, good old Leudar-Smith were off to Tehran, in fact tipping in Tehran, by now been doing it over two years and comfortable in the job. Stopped at the same places each trip, so you knew where you were aiming for at the end of each day, sounds boring but it made the job so much easier.
Anyway had a good trip down, 12 days and waited at Davies Turner compound for clearances. Met some good guys at the compound and second or third night all decided to go up into the city for the evening. Most of the guys had done a few trips and knew the ropes, but one of the drivers was a young looking and pretty lad on his first trip.
In those days Tehran was very westernised in terms of dress and lifestyle. There were six of us and we wandered round a bit, bought a few trinkets to bring home and eventually ended up in a hotel for a drink. It was early evening and we decided to have a look at a few hotels and try the beer before getting a bus back to the compound later on.
We’d got to the third or fourth hotel I remember when we were befriended by a guy we assumed was an Iranian, dressed in the full Arabic thobe and ghutra, obviously a wealthy bloke, diamond cuffliinks and all, and just looked the part of a wealthy and successful businessman. Turns out he was from Kuwait and had an appartement in Tehran and elsewhere and elsewhere ad infinitum. He was a good bloke and plied us with drinks for quite a while, whilst only taking soft drinks himself. What we hadn’t realised was that he’d taken a fancy to our pretty lad and all this friendship was to curry favour with us. By the end of the evening we had become a bit boisterous and peckish, trouble is not too many chinese take aways in Tehran. So the Kuwaiti guy says no, stay, we eat here and if it is too late you stay at my appartement. Well we were up for that, we were famished, and Smudge was huge and hugely famished. The guy obviously knew the manager because within 5 mins we were esconced in the very plush restaurant. The Arabic bloke had somehow managed to sit himself next to our handsome young friend, not that we cared one bit, free drink, free meal as it turned out and a free bed for the night ! We had a great dinner and about midnight were ready to go. The young lad had realised by this time that he could well be on the menu later and had spoken to Smudge about his worry. ‘Don’t worry’ said Smudge, ‘someones got to pay, and it might as well be you’ then broke out in a huge belly laugh at his vision of what could happen. The bloke had gone off to the toilet
The young lad was genuinly worried as the Kuwaiti guy had made it clear that
he ‘liked’ him, ‘He was touching my knee at the table’. When we heard we all cracked up as you would, we were half cut and thought it hugely funny. The Kuwaiti guy came back and said he had paid for the meal, for which we were eternally and effusively grateful, ‘and how could we repay him his massive genorosity’. ‘Ah yes I will think of something, it is not a problem’
‘Now it is very late and you must stay at my appartement till the morning, this will not be a problem for me, you have all been very entertaining and this young man reminds me of my brother’ Taking the young lad by the arm. ‘It is only 5 muinutes to walk to my place’. So walk we did, the Arabic guy trying to have an earnest conversation with our handsome young friend.
The appartement was something else, it was vast with numerous rooms and one of them had 8 or 10 mattresses on the floor. ‘You can sleep in here my friends’, ‘Often people stay here’ He showed us round the place, allowed us to make a coffee and was indeed a generous host. His bedroom was palatial and he was hoping to get a bit of action tonight. The poor young lad was starting to look a bit peaky, but Smudge told him not to worry as we’d look after him.
About 1 we all managed to get to bed on the mattresses and as we were falling asleep the door opened and the Kuwaiti guy came in and went straight to pretty boy and said ‘come with me’ , he bent down and tried to pull him up. With that Smudge lurched to his feet, half drunk and slightly swaying said, pointing to our young friend, ‘This is one very good boy and is not very well at the moment and is more of a morning man than a night time man, if you know what I mean, and winked at the Kuwaiti, whilst shaking his hand. @ In the morning I shall personally bring him to you’.
We could hardly contain ourselves. the Arab was clearly very miffed, but Smudge was a man large of body and voice, so he thought better of it and said. ‘You are a good and trustworthy man, I will see him in the morning’, With that he gracefully turned and exited the room closing the door on the way out.
I was out of my head laughing into my pillow.
‘Thanks Smudge’ said the young lad, ‘don’t thank me yet’ said Smudge, get your vaseline warmed up for the morning’, ‘Your joking, there’s no way he’s having a bit of me’. ‘Don’t worry, we’ll sort it in the morning, let’s try and get a bit of kip’. we let the youngster sleep in the centre just in case he came back in. Eventually the room was resounding in the sound of loud snoring, mostly Leudar-Smith’s, so it was a patchy sleep for all except Smudge.
Then about 4am or so Smudge stirred, I was laying close by him and he said ‘need the bog’. He was still asleep really and staggered to his feet managing to step over two mattresses till he was facing the radiator on the wall, at which he proceeded to salute ( ex-army), draw down his zip, extract his knob, and pee all over the radiator, it sounded like a horse peeing into a trough and in that quiet, surely the whole appartement must have heard. We were all gobsmacked. Blithely Smudge finished urinating, packed everything away and turned and made his way back to his mattress. We were all wide awake by this time. As Smudge was trying to get himself comfortable, I was shaking him and telling him to wake up for god’s sake. It was like trying to raise the dead. Eventually he came round, we were all standing round him by this time.
‘Whasshup mate, put the kettle on there’s a good bloke’. 'Smudge get up, you’ve just pee’d on this guys wall, radiator, and carpet, and rather a lot of pee at that mate. Smudge was slowly coming round and began too realise the seriousness of the situation. ‘Good time to make a hasty and silent exit then boys’ he said. 5am we all six crept out of the appartement, shoes or boots in hand and made good our escape. We walked an hour in a state of high spirits before we were able to pick up a mini bus back to the compound

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Exellent story paul you must have some memory to sit and put that all down.
Keep em coming

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top story again mate :sunglasses: :sunglasses: :sunglasses: mat will be able to edit your your posts and pics there cracking photos it just took me ages to look at them with them being a bit wonky :laughing: :laughing: :laughing: :laughing: :laughing: :laughing: