Wow, a few there to get my teeth into.
Warren Tennant, I remembered his first name but not the second. A real hard nut he once put his fist through a car driver’s window to punch him for cutting him up, and I do mean ‘through’, the man had wound it up, locked the doors and grinned at him. Bad move, Warren connected nevertheless. On the other side of the coin we were both waiting to tip at Liverpool docks and in the queue at the canteen. We both ordered ham sandwiches but Warren specified ‘without butter’. She thought he was joking and gave him a buttered one with a grin. He refused it and told me after we sat down that he had seen someone spit into a butter vat when on a school factory visit. I thought that was a bit extreme and lily livered - but refrained from saying so. 
Don’t remember any names from Ilkeston Haulage, apart from George’s, who was with me at the same time. We went there from Shaw’s. Oh, and ■■■■ East. He used to park his wagon along with George and me on the waste ground on Derby road Stapleford. One night his load of whisky (all on roped and sheeted flats in those days) went up in flames and the police grilled him for some time (not on the flames, obviously). They suspected he had set the fire to cover his theft of several of the boxes.
I met Pete Warren at Shaw’s, he had a brother who was at Storage with me but can’t remember his name. His wife left him and went off with another driver at the same place, Johnny McQueen. A good mate of mine, but you couldn’t trust him where women were concerned. Surprisingly, if you didn’t know better, you’d think he batted for the other side. His cab was always spotless inside and out and smelled like a tart’s boudoir - so did he. 
Barry Marlow was one of the 4 I set on from agencies along with John and Paul. A bit of a fusspot he nevertheless became a fine drawbar driver but, brimming with confidence would always prefer to back in on his blind side. Justifiably so though, along with Paul (and of course, me
) he was very skilled. I taught myself with the help of Aussie experience, and then I taught them.
To pick out a few from the many familiar names in the Storage list, was Johnny Weldon the same bloke I knew at Bulkliners in Beeston? Stocky and bald headed his private car was a well looked after Volvo ‘Amazon’.
John Stanley I knew at Bulkliner’s and Stirland’s, his brother was in the office there too. He later set up his own business with a light van and, when I did the same later we passed work between us from time to time.
Bill Kelly was at Storage when I first knew him. I was at Shaw’s and we both had 4-wheeler loads for London docks. He tipped first and I helped him strip and fold his ropes and sheets. Then it was my turn, but when I looked round, Bill was gone. 
Later I knew him when he had a couple of wagons of his own, a bit of a sharp operator from my memory. 
Give my best to your Dad, not sure if we met, but we are two of a rare breed now, still alive. 