23-07-2019, 04:20 PM
Hairdressers, pushing Austin Seven saloons. Down by'ere we had to carry dad's K4 lorry up to the top of the tip in the middle of the night to fill it with coal, so that when the foreman opened the gates in the morning he'd see no tyre tracks. Mind you, we were better off than the lads in North Wales. When they emptied the slate out of their dad's lorries, no amount of kindling could get it to burn. No porridge for breakfast for them. Who's next, maybe the construction of rafts from disused tyres to bring coal along the F&C canal from Twechar?