switchlogic:
I dream of a job with a 30 minute lunch break on a Friday. Dream of it I tell you.
We got 10 mins if we were lucky. And our only refreshment was to ■■■■ on a damp cloth.
JeffA:
switchlogic:
I dream of a job with a 30 minute lunch break on a Friday. Dream of it I tell you.We got 10 mins if we were lucky. And our only refreshment was to ■■■■ on a damp cloth.
Pure luxury. In my first HGV job we got 30 seconds to lick on an old piece of orange peel.
ezydriver:
JeffA:
switchlogic:
I dream of a job with a 30 minute lunch break on a Friday. Dream of it I tell you.We got 10 mins if we were lucky. And our only refreshment was to ■■■■ on a damp cloth.
Pure luxury. In my first HGV job we got 30 seconds to lick on an old piece of orange peel.
Oh we used to dream of licking some old orange peel, it would have been a banquet to us, we got by on a capful of ad blue once a week
Zac_A:
ezydriver:
JeffA:
switchlogic:
I dream of a job with a 30 minute lunch break on a Friday. Dream of it I tell you.We got 10 mins if we were lucky. And our only refreshment was to ■■■■ on a damp cloth.
Pure luxury. In my first HGV job we got 30 seconds to lick on an old piece of orange peel.
Oh we used to dream of licking some old orange peel, it would have been a banquet to us, we got by on a capful of ad blue once a week
We used to envy the drivers who got a whole capful. Our lunch break was one nano-second to subliminally think of half a capful… per month, and they docked us 15 hours pay per shift for it!
Keep it going, ChatGTP isn’t going to replace us anytime soon, I’m underwhelmed 
"Create a comedy sketch in the style of Monty Python's Four Yorkshiremen but using truck drivers instead of Yorkshiremen"
Title: "Four Truck Drivers"
[Scene: Four truck drivers are sitting around a table, reminiscing about their early days in the trucking industry. They are dressed in trucker attire, with trucker hats and reflective vests.]
Truck Driver 1: Ah, remember them good old days when we were just starting out in the trucking business?
Truck Driver 2: Aye, I do. We were fresh-faced, wide-eyed lads, takin' on the open road with our trusty rigs.
Truck Driver 3: It were a different world back then. No fancy GPS or air-conditioned cabs. We relied on maps and sheer grit!
Truck Driver 4: And we were grateful for it! None of these fancy gadgets could replace the satisfaction of a well-executed three-point turn in a tight spot.
Truck Driver 1: You think you had it tough? Back in my day, we didn't have those automatic transmissions. We had to wrestle those gearsticks like a wild bull!
Truck Driver 2: Gearsticks? Luxury! When I first started, we had to double clutch! Hauling freight up a hill while dancing on those pedals like we were in a ballet!
Truck Driver 3: Ballet? Ha! Try driving through blizzards and storms without any of these high-tech safety features. We were like the heroes of the road!
Truck Driver 4: Heroes, indeed! You know, we didn't even have those ergonomic seats. We sat on springs that were harder than rocks. We'd finish a long haul with a spine that felt like a rollercoaster ride!
Truck Driver 1: Springs? Luxury! We didn't even have proper cup holders for our coffee. We had to balance it on the dashboard and hope for the best!
Truck Driver 2: Coffee? We were lucky to even have coffee! We survived on greasy truck stop food and stale sandwiches. And we loved it!
Truck Driver 3: Ah, those were the days. No fancy rest areas or comfortable motels. We'd sleep in our cabs, surrounded by the sweet symphony of snoring truckers.
Truck Driver 4: Snoring? Ha! Try sleeping through the sound of rattling engines and the chorus of honking horns. We were masters of sleep deprivation!
[They all laugh heartily, reminiscing about their shared experiences.]
Truck Driver 1: You know, lads, despite all the hardships, I wouldn't trade those early days for anything. We were the kings of the road!
Truck Driver 2: Aye, you're right. We may be a bit battered and bruised, but we're like the legends of trucking. The knights of the highways!
Truck Driver 3: Knights? Ha! We were more like knights in rusty armor, battling the elements and conquering the miles.
Truck Driver 4: And we'd do it all over again, without a second thought. Because we're truck drivers! The unsung heroes of the asphalt!
[They raise their coffee mugs in a toast, celebrating their shared camaraderie and the indomitable spirit of truckers everywhere.]
[End scene]^^
Now that IS ridiculous
JeffA:
Breakfast paid - yeah two weetabix.
(You need to supply your own Milk…)
I dream of a job with a 30 minute lunch break on a Friday. Dream of it I tell you.
We got 10 mins if we were lucky. And our only refreshment was to ■■■■ on a damp cloth.
Pure luxury. In my first HGV job we got 30 seconds to lick on an old piece of orange peel.
Oh we used to dream of licking some old orange peel, it would have been a banquet to us, we got by on a capful of ad blue once a week
We used to envy the drivers who got a whole capful. Our lunch break was one nano-second to subliminally think of half a capful… per month, and they docked us 15 hours pay per shift for it!
“We used to get up an hour before we went to bed, spending our reduced weekly rest working down t’farm, EEs-By-Gum!”
Favva woot beat oos ta deeth wit’ broken tacho, and doonce on ooar graves singing “Eufrat Mai Saltysack”
Kids today - think “Double Declutch” is a kind of Chocolate Bar, A “Range Change” is somewhere you can get Eggs, and the only “Rope” you’ll ever see is “Enough to Hang yourself With”…
ezydriver:
^^Now that IS ridiculous
If you think that that is ridiculous , what do you all make of this. I started out cycling with a road club in the mid 1960s some of the old guys said to me if you ever have trouble with your bike when far from home try to flag down a lorry (no poncey trucks then) as they would most likely help you. On a couple of occasions I approached a driver in a lay by and said have puncture or just puffed out with 50 miles to go, any chance of a lift. I usually got help from them. The world really was different back in the day.