Me sister worked in the sheepfolds from the day she left school 98ish till it shut iirc. Me auntie did too all her life. 50 year she did there.
When she was about 18 and I was 22 I was stationed in catterick so I got home most weekends, she was out every weekend and all her work mates descended on me mars house for pre drinks and to get ready, then the odd one sleep over. House full of 18 year old lasses and a 22 year old paratrooper not owa bad on the eye either. It was a f***ing turkey shoot pal. I bet it was class working there.
That explains all the power cuts at the time then.
I worked at the printing department at The Mill for 12 weeks in between studying for my degree. I was once was a printer so our boy who worked there for over 25 years, got me in for a temp job.
When power cuts happened in them days, couple had now't to do but to gan to bed and buck, hence population numbers would spike up at times with extra bairns popping out nine months later.
So are you implying that the subsequent reliability of our energy production facilities and associated availability of man-made illumination have somehow impinged on your attractiveness to the opposite sex?
I was born in the middle of a power cut, so there must be some Freudian explanation as to why I grew up as a romantic bastard who prefers fanny by candlelight and not the big light?
Or, using Occam's razor, it could be your repulsive fyass.
I do miss the banter of working in a factory. Mind I don't miss the type of work though.
He replaced me when I left. I worked with his sister for a few years.
