Where is the strangest place you have slept?
'lardaholics anonymous' was bored and started a new question over in the old question, so the least we can do is make it official. What with New Year's celebrations coming up, asking for the strangest place you have slept is nicely appropriate too.
In case you are wondering, Portsmouth beach in the fog. Very strange waking up to that.
( , Fri 29 Dec 2006, 8:57)
'lardaholics anonymous' was bored and started a new question over in the old question, so the least we can do is make it official. What with New Year's celebrations coming up, asking for the strangest place you have slept is nicely appropriate too.
In case you are wondering, Portsmouth beach in the fog. Very strange waking up to that.
( , Fri 29 Dec 2006, 8:57)
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Conveyor Servicing
I used to work for a bloke who built, serviced and installed potato sorting gear...
Twas only he and I ... and occasionally a toothess old git called Dennis.
Dennis taught me a sweet way of catching some shut-eye. One of the most common tasks was changing bearings in conveyor belt-rollers... this usually involved lyingon the belt, rummaging around under the "web", and popping rollers out one by one. (much like the spring-loaded roll that your bog-roll sits on)
Oneday Den and I were at a farm fitting a new motor to one part of thier conveyor belts... the full-height 500mm conveyor that spanned the roof of a barn. I finished the job.. and as the others were on thier lunch break.. i lay back and kipped. It was a balmy summer's day, and i was 15 meters above the barn floor on what ammounted to a rubber hammock. Sorted.
End of lunch break coimes, and I was no-where to be seen: Den decides to see if i've finished the job... *flicks switch*
I woke just as i was beign dumped down a 15 meter high helter-skelter designed for Spuds: rubber-lined, not slippy, and decidedly uncomfortable.
bastard.
( , Thu 4 Jan 2007, 10:21, Reply)
I used to work for a bloke who built, serviced and installed potato sorting gear...
Twas only he and I ... and occasionally a toothess old git called Dennis.
Dennis taught me a sweet way of catching some shut-eye. One of the most common tasks was changing bearings in conveyor belt-rollers... this usually involved lyingon the belt, rummaging around under the "web", and popping rollers out one by one. (much like the spring-loaded roll that your bog-roll sits on)
Oneday Den and I were at a farm fitting a new motor to one part of thier conveyor belts... the full-height 500mm conveyor that spanned the roof of a barn. I finished the job.. and as the others were on thier lunch break.. i lay back and kipped. It was a balmy summer's day, and i was 15 meters above the barn floor on what ammounted to a rubber hammock. Sorted.
End of lunch break coimes, and I was no-where to be seen: Den decides to see if i've finished the job... *flicks switch*
I woke just as i was beign dumped down a 15 meter high helter-skelter designed for Spuds: rubber-lined, not slippy, and decidedly uncomfortable.
bastard.
( , Thu 4 Jan 2007, 10:21, Reply)
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