think i just liked emailing them, i work alone a lot and was nice to have some corrospondence , only reason i come on here
It's saying there are jobs available. But many licence holders are no longer driving, for many reasons. Cheap labour from EU kept wages low, you will need an updated medical but you can't get to see a doctor for ages, you also need CPC training, the DVLA were on strike for ages so updates were back logged, about 50,000 tests were cancelled last year so the natural turnover of drivers stopped ( those exiting the job were not replaced ) It's not the job it used to be
You'd think it all going down hill should be a bonus. Mind you, the trucks today just about drive themselves. I think I'm right in saying that passing in an automatic covers you for a manual box these days. That could be interesting.
some good money on offer at minute though isnt there? arent some even offering signing on fees ? appreciate not the greatets lifestyle sleeping in a truck , but if i could reverse my car without nearly taking my fence out id go for it..ha
Watching a programme the other night and the way HGV drivers are treated in Europe with a lot more respect for the job they were doing was brought up. And the quality of the trucks stops and standard of meals at them was very noticeable.
got a lot of friends who are truck drivers and they say you wouldnt wash your dog in some of the shower areas that are provided for them and they feel cleaner just not bothering
ha, no to be fair when i say they talk about it, i mean constantly whinge on facebook about it. when i say friends, i mean people i had a drink with once 10 years ago on a mutual friends night out , and i would probably cross the road to avoid having too actually talk with ..
First band I saw at Brid Spa. Should have been the Merseybeats, who I would rather have seen, but I was having my tonsils out. A while later they were booked again. Since their first appearance the Spa had brought in a no jeans policy and a doorman refused to let them in as they arrived at the front and tried to go in that entrance instead of the stage door and were clad in denim and he wouldn't believe they were the band, consequently they were late on stage.
Ok here we go. The first hip replacement actually snapped in half one Christmas Eve,so I had to have it replaced. Called a revision I believe. Photo available if required
My old dad was an HGV driver, got his first license when he did his National Service, and when asked his occupation would say he was a "professional driver". He prided himself in being trusted with customers' goods and getting them where they needed to be when they needed to be there. For him, the regard for the profession dropped in the run up to his retirement in the 90s, when companies started employing logistics experts who ran the early versions of routing software, who would wave the computer printouts at him and tell him that he could get to places much faster - as if he spent half the day sitting parked up with his feet on the dashboard. His only pleasure was pointing out the flaws in their plan (weight restrictions, height restrictions, local knowledge of regular traffic bottlenecks) but it became clear that drivers were no longer regarded professionals but the living part of a lorry that needed to operate it to get it from A to B. Plus the public regarded lorries as nuisances rather than essential to move goods, and facilities (such as they were) got withdrawn - all the old transport caffs, lorry parks, meaning it was impossible to find somewhere to take breaks if you weren't on the motorway network. He was glad to retire when he did. If he were still with us he'd be laughing his head off at the sudden rediscovery of HGV drivers as essential workers.
Sadly I never saw a gig at Brid Spa, and they had some big acts there in the mid-60's. Despite working (on the Dodgems) at Brown's Amusements a couple of summers, couldn't find the time or cash to attend. Although they swelled the amusement archades with lots of Wessie lasses at weekends. On our rare weekend nights off a few of us used to attend local dances in Driffield (Town Hall if I recall). Lots of lasses too, plus the odd barney and the odd night sleeping in farmer's fields! Great memories
Prices weren't too bad. 6s 6 d for Rolling Stones 10 bob for Little Richard or 32 1/2 p and 50 p in modern money.
You might have seen Woody Woodmansey playing for a band called the Road Runners (guess who their big influence was) at Driffield Town Hall.
I don't remember the Road Runners (more like never recall seeing/hearing them), but I suspect WW was influenced(as a drummer) by Ainsley Dunbar, who I saw a number of times with John Mayall in Leeds in the mid-60's. Sadly, never saw Bowie live either. The mid-late 60's was a very hectic period of dissolution I (vaguely) recall.
