gnasty gnome:
Anything to do with furniture or home deliveries!
In my experience,these are to one extreme or the other,good or bad.
Good = Can back up the drive to within 3 feet of the nice,wide patio door.
Customer says,“Just leave it in the first space you can find.”
Nice sunny day.
You’re offered a cup of tea and leave with a £10 tip.
Bad = The house is in the middle of an estate.
You can’t get within 200yards of the place.
It’s tipping with rain (cover everything with blankets)
You have to take the front door off to get stuff in.
Customer wants it in the converted attic room.
You leave with nothing and the office has received a phone call from customer complaining that you kicked over the
dogs water bowl.
One of those jobs I had blanked from my memory… The grade 6 papered as grade 2 for the washout, the fat clinging to everything it touched, the cloy of the stink that seems to weld itself to your nostrils… NICE!!
That Imperial Leather smells like Fatima Whitbreads Jockstrap
Having never been close to Fatimas undergarments I will be forced to take your word for that, but Imperial Leather never smells the same once you know what has gone into it, does it?
Irish Spring is one we get here and that is so similar as to be scary. The smell, texture and sliminess of it brings back memories…
Is it me but the smell of tallow never botherd me. Maybe it was because it was the only place that you could get warm in the Colgate factory yard was to stand under the tanks heating it up for the Palmolive soap. The job i hated most was called SHODDY from all the carpet factories around worcester. It was the shavings from the carpet from when it was shaved into a uniform length and put into 50lb bags and dumped in the corner of the yard. They were always full of stagnant water from sitting outside for so long and the bags had started to rot so as soon as you grabbed it to throw up the trl it would burst covering you in what felt like a million years worth of hair cuttings that were washed into all the little itchy and annoying crevices on your body. Then once it was loaded you had to handball it all out again at the other end.
coca cola kid:
One of the smells that stays forever CRESOL last loaded 24 years ago, still smell it on an old pair of boots in the shed, really gets up your nose
Ark-Angel:
Is it me but the smell of tallow never botherd me. Maybe it was because it was the only place that you could get warm in the Colgate factory yard was to stand under the tanks heating it up for the Palmolive soap. The job i hated most was called SHODDY from all the carpet factories around worcester. It was the shavings from the carpet from when it was shaved into a uniform length and put into 50lb bags and dumped in the corner of the yard. They were always full of stagnant water from sitting outside for so long and the bags had started to rot so as soon as you grabbed it to throw up the trl it would burst covering you in what felt like a million years worth of hair cuttings that were washed into all the little itchy and annoying crevices on your body. Then once it was loaded you had to handball it all out again at the other end.
I reckon Colgate Palmolive did buy good grade 2 and not grade 6 like Cussons. If you have dipped a load of Grade 6 on in Cleland you will know what i mean
Ark-Angel:
Is it me but the smell of tallow never botherd me. Maybe it was because it was the only place that you could get warm in the Colgate factory yard was to stand under the tanks heating it up for the Palmolive soap. The job i hated most was called SHODDY from all the carpet factories around worcester. It was the shavings from the carpet from when it was shaved into a uniform length and put into 50lb bags and dumped in the corner of the yard. They were always full of stagnant water from sitting outside for so long and the bags had started to rot so as soon as you grabbed it to throw up the trl it would burst covering you in what felt like a million years worth of hair cuttings that were washed into all the little itchy and annoying crevices on your body. Then once it was loaded you had to handball it all out again at the other end.
I reckon Colgate Palmolive did buy good grade 2 and not grade 6 like Cussons. If you have dipped a load of Grade 6 on in Cleland you will know what i mean
I know cussons used to be tight but they had to be. We used to collect drums of perfume from Notts to take to the Kersal Vale factory and i remember being told once with a 25ltr keg on board that that alone was worth over £100K But then again it was a secret recipe for the Imperial Leather smell and about 100lts would do them for the year it was that concentrated.
coca cola kid:
One of the smells that stays forever CRESOL last loaded 24 years ago, still smell it on an old pair of boots in the shed, really gets up your nose
I remember that stuff.Used to load it at Yorks Tar Distillers at Kilnhurst and take it to Jeyes at Thetford.Not an unpleasant odour but one that lingered on and on and on
worst load i had to pull was chipboard sheet out of kronaspan up in chirk.that stuff was like glass, it was bundled into 8’square packs with 8 steel bands on them. no matter how many straps ,ropes you put on it it moved all over the place.you had to drive realy carefully .have seen a few loads of that stuff lost on roundabouts!
Kronospan reminds me of the time ropes and sheets got one over on the tautliner and straps. I was sent in for a load and there was already a motor in from our other depot (won’t mention the name). I had a flat and the other guy who I didn’t know had a tautliner, anyway we both got loaded and I sheeted up, needless to say he had put his straps on and shut the curtains well before I was ready to rope up. I never got a hand but I did get remarks such as “Have you not got straps, ooh you’ll be lucky to keep that lot on” and other such helpful advice. For some reason I did’nt have my straps with me and can’t remember why now but I do recall I used every hook and double dolleyed. We had to wait a while for the notes otherwise my ‘Pal’ would have been gone he was already moaning about hanging around and I was liking him less each minute. Finally we pulled out and you can imagine my shear delight when after turning the first roundabout he had to pull over as his load had shot over to one side and he had to go back into the factory to ask them to sort it out. I was very careful going back up North but the stuff never shifted and I thanked my old Man for showing me how to do a proper job. I never saw the other guy again but that never bothered me either. Another time I also saw the outside lane of the long bend going into Hull covered with sheets of the same stuff scattered like cards from a tautliner with no curtain on the Offside, how the lot didn’t go over but they must have come out like frisbies. Still think the worst stuff is the clag you get on your boots after loading lard, it stays in your cab and up your nose for days, ugh. Franky.
wideboybob:
worst load i had to pull was chipboard sheet out of kronaspan up in chirk.that stuff was like glass, it was bundled into 8’square packs with 8 steel bands on them. no matter how many straps ,ropes you put on it it moved all over the place.you had to drive realy carefully .have seen a few loads of that stuff lost on roundabouts!
Can anybody remember where the Kronaspan factory was in West Germany in the early eighties, I have a feeling it was somewhere near Kassel. I remember seeing a couple of Grocontinental M.A.N.'s in there and we all loaded for Chirk and wasn’t the Chirk factory called something else before Kronaspan took it over . Chipboard wasn’t too bad in a tilt but you still had to respect all the roundabouts .
I.C.I. used to deliver quite a lot to Lever Brothers in Port Sunlight and on a couple of occasions the gatehouse man would ask if he could do a cabin check when we were leaving the premises. Most times he would stick his head in the cab and sniff around and if you had delivered to The Perfumary the fragrance would still be lingering on your shoes for hours .
another bad load was hessian sacks of peanuts from liverpool docks that i used to take down to south wales to be made into peanut butter/oil ect.huge sacks on big pallets that had the same setteling down problem,pushing out the side of the curtains then would leak out on the way down to south wales.but the birds never went hungry
Whats the betting that if this was in the PDF it would be full of
3663
Brake bros
British/allied bakerys
etc etc
I’ve not been doing the job long enough to have some real horror stories but I suppose the closest I came was the Sewage tankers for Gregory. I only got the gig because everyone else on the agency chicked out at the mention of Raw Sewage
To be honest once you got used to the smell (couple of days) the job itself was a doddle…domestic hours too
But then again it was a secret recipe for the Imperial Leather smell and about 100lts would do them for the year it was that concentrated.
. Chipboard wasn’t too bad in a tilt but you still had to respect all the roundabouts 
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