A wee tad of the white stuff and every thing grinds to a halt even though the councils have advance warning, why is this Buzzer.
Buzzer:
A wee tad of the white stuff and every thing grinds to a halt even though the councils have advance warning, why is this Buzzer.
Every year the same.
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Having a break on my way back up from Campbeltown…
Hi Leyland 600
I remember in the early 70’s there was a company called Compower (I think) based in the NCB offices at the South end of the TVTE (where Sainsbury’s is now) I understand they were part of the NCB.
This was the early days of computers and the huge banks of machines and tapes whirring were visible in the part of the building near to the road.
From what I was told Hunters Used Compower to compute their daily requirements onto punch cards which were then used to control bakery process.
Tyneside
Buzzer:
A wee tad of the white stuff and every thing grinds to a halt even though the councils have advance warning, why is this Buzzer.
Gibson’s of Garstang are an old concern. Used to see them everyday in Walls at Hyde.
Tyneside
Bit of a tale regarding the Team Valley Trading Estate.
Back in the first half of the 90s i delivered a load of something or other chilled to a large bakery there.
I was directed round to the side of the building where the guy with a pallet truck who had been instructed to take away the pallets i off loaded, was very unhappy to see me.
It was near the end of his shift and he wanted to go home. as we progressed his temper grew shorter and shorter until after dragging the last pallet off he
kicked the pallet truck off the loading deck. It hit the ground and snapped clean in half where the forks joined the body. He stormed off,steam blowing out of his ears.
I was out of hours so i parked up over the road on a old school playground which sloped down towards the road.
I got the ok to go back into the bakery for a wash and brush up after which, for some reason or other,i got a tad lost in the maze of corridors and store rooms trying to find my way out and there appeared to be a complete absence of staff.
Eventually i found myself in a dark basement like area, very poorly lit and i could just make out a small figure in white overalls walking away from me.
I hurried towards him calling out.’ Excuse me, i,m lost.’
No response, I tried again still nothing.
By this time i managed to catch up with hil,reached out and tapped his shoulder as i spoke again.
I have never seen anyone jump so high from a standing start. he was like the proverbial startled rabbit.
Turned out the poor bugger was as deaf as a post and thought he was alone.
I managed to explain,and apologise and it happened i was near the loading bay where i made my exit, the pallet truck still lying shattered on the ground.
I trudged back towards my waggon across a area of grass and then i noticed a pair of legs behind the trailer. Someone was obviously stood by the rear doors
in the near dark.
The trailer was empty but the idea of someone trying to pinch anything niggled me somewhat.
I ran towards the cab over a small wall and unlocked the door as quietly as possible and climbed in trying not to cause to much movement.
I released the handbrake and let her roll forward a couple of feet towards the road.
I had never seen a rear engined Skoda do such a fair impersonation of a Harrier Jump jet as i did that evening.
How he managed to stay upright as he shot past me and turned into the roadway i will never know.
That was the only night i ever spent on the Team Valley T E.
Thanks to Buzzer and wrighty for the pics 
and all the other craic that keeps the thread going .
Oily
F16s on the show circuit thanks to Peter Schöler.
pyewacket947v:
Bit of a tale regarding the Team Valley Trading Estate.
Back in the first half of the 90s i delivered a load of something or other chilled to a large bakery there.
I was directed round to the side of the building where the guy with a pallet truck who had been instructed to take away the pallets i off loaded, was very unhappy to see me.
It was near the end of his shift and he wanted to go home. as we progressed his temper grew shorter and shorter until after dragging the last pallet off he
kicked the pallet truck off the loading deck. It hit the ground and snapped clean in half where the forks joined the body. He stormed off,steam blowing out of his ears.
I was out of hours so i parked up over the road on a old school playground which sloped down towards the road.
I got the ok to go back into the bakery for a wash and brush up after which, for some reason or other,i got a tad lost in the maze of corridors and store rooms trying to find my way out and there appeared to be a complete absence of staff.
Eventually i found myself in a dark basement like area, very poorly lit and i could just make out a small figure in white overalls walking away from me.
I hurried towards him calling out.’ Excuse me, i,m lost.’
No response, I tried again still nothing.
By this time i managed to catch up with hil,reached out and tapped his shoulder as i spoke again.
I have never seen anyone jump so high from a standing start. he was like the proverbial startled rabbit.
Turned out the poor bugger was as deaf as a post and thought he was alone.
I managed to explain,and apologise and it happened i was near the loading bay where i made my exit, the pallet truck still lying shattered on the ground.
I trudged back towards my waggon across a area of grass and then i noticed a pair of legs behind the trailer. Someone was obviously stood by the rear doors
in the near dark.
The trailer was empty but the idea of someone trying to pinch anything niggled me somewhat.
I ran towards the cab over a small wall and unlocked the door as quietly as possible and climbed in trying not to cause to much movement.
I released the handbrake and let her roll forward a couple of feet towards the road.
I had never seen a rear engined Skoda do such a fair impersonation of a Harrier Jump jet as i did that evening.
How he managed to stay upright as he shot past me and turned into the roadway i will never know.
That was the only night i ever spent on the Team Valley T E.
Cracking story pyewacket957v
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oiltreader:
Thanks to tyneside and pyewacket947v for the pics
OilyLincolnshire wagons
That AEC MM8 would have been 1 of the last to be built. the front grille isn`t in keeping with the last ones built
ramone:
oiltreader:
Thanks to tyneside and pyewacket947v for the pics
OilyLincolnshire wagons
That AEC MM8 would have been 1 of the last to be built. the front grille isn`t in keeping with the last ones built
TPO 112T was the last AEC Mammoth Major to come off the line at Southall Ramone.
Chris Webb:
ramone:
oiltreader:
Thanks to tyneside and pyewacket947v for the pics
OilyLincolnshire wagons
That AEC MM8 would have been 1 of the last to be built. the front grille isn`t in keeping with the last ones built
TPO 112T was the last AEC Mammoth Major to come off the line at Southall Ramone.
Thats where i recognised the registration , i knew id seen it before ,isn`t it listed in Grahams Mammoth Major book at the back ?
oiltreader:
DEANB:
Would not fancy driving that !Thanks for the pic Dean
Oily
Used to see those boys on the Portsmouth / Caen sailing every week.
Those F16’s look better than when they left the factory Oily, stunning looking motors ! 
jsutherland:
pyewacket947v:
Bit of a tale regarding the Team Valley Trading Estate.
Back in the first half of the 90s i delivered a load of something or other chilled to a large bakery there.
I was directed round to the side of the building where the guy with a pallet truck who had been instructed to take away the pallets i off loaded, was very unhappy to see me.
It was near the end of his shift and he wanted to go home. as we progressed his temper grew shorter and shorter until after dragging the last pallet off he
kicked the pallet truck off the loading deck. It hit the ground and snapped clean in half where the forks joined the body. He stormed off,steam blowing out of his ears.
I was out of hours so i parked up over the road on a old school playground which sloped down towards the road.
I got the ok to go back into the bakery for a wash and brush up after which, for some reason or other,i got a tad lost in the maze of corridors and store rooms trying to find my way out and there appeared to be a complete absence of staff.
Eventually i found myself in a dark basement like area, very poorly lit and i could just make out a small figure in white overalls walking away from me.
I hurried towards him calling out.’ Excuse me, i,m lost.’
No response, I tried again still nothing.
By this time i managed to catch up with hil,reached out and tapped his shoulder as i spoke again.
I have never seen anyone jump so high from a standing start. he was like the proverbial startled rabbit.
Turned out the poor bugger was as deaf as a post and thought he was alone.
I managed to explain,and apologise and it happened i was near the loading bay where i made my exit, the pallet truck still lying shattered on the ground.
I trudged back towards my waggon across a area of grass and then i noticed a pair of legs behind the trailer. Someone was obviously stood by the rear doors
in the near dark.
The trailer was empty but the idea of someone trying to pinch anything niggled me somewhat.
I ran towards the cab over a small wall and unlocked the door as quietly as possible and climbed in trying not to cause to much movement.
I released the handbrake and let her roll forward a couple of feet towards the road.
I had never seen a rear engined Skoda do such a fair impersonation of a Harrier Jump jet as i did that evening.
How he managed to stay upright as he shot past me and turned into the roadway i will never know.
That was the only night i ever spent on the Team Valley T E.Cracking story pyewacket957v
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Thanks,
Chris Webb:
ramone:
oiltreader:
Thanks to tyneside and pyewacket947v for the pics
OilyLincolnshire wagons
That AEC MM8 would have been 1 of the last to be built. the front grille isn`t in keeping with the last ones built
TPO 112T was the last AEC Mammoth Major to come off the line at Southall Ramone.
Chris, that’s a can of worms that needs to keep the lid firmly closed…
