“Woke up, got out of bed, dragged a comb across my head, made my way downstairs and drank a cup … Continue reading Bloody Scruffy Hippies and Tunes You Could Whistle To

So its sometime around 1976, autumn 76, and Eugene the Estimator has just put down his pencil, declared that he’s had enough and he’s leaving, in fact he’s left, here’s the car keys, my mates picking me up, good luck.

I’m working at an electrical contractors, quite a large contractors, we employed around 100 or so electricians and at any given time would be working on 15 to 20 different building projects, big projects some of them, civil infrastructure type projects, life was never dull working at Rice’s.

Eugene the Estimator was the only estimator in the company, I worked for him as his understudy, we toiled all day long over blueprints, measuring cable runs and counting light fittings, designing lighting schemes and pricing up the jobs that we tendered for at all of the local authorities and private clients, around half a dozen tenders a week we turned out and we had quite a good win record, we kept the electricians busy.

Continue reading “The One Where He Forgets All About The Walk-In Freezer …”

Some weddings, one or two school carol concerts, a few christenings, some funerals, one Sunday service. Those are the occasions … Continue reading The Church and I and how I met Alan Shepherd who may have been an astronaut.

Originally posted on Jerrychicken – The Diary:
We start with what I consider to be the finest ever rendition of Roy Orbison’s “Its… Continue reading The Famous Family Foto…

Originally posted on Jerrychicken – The Diary:
Wallis’s Holiday Camp, Cayton Bay nr Scarborough was the accepted replacement phrase for the word “Holiday”… Continue reading Well just a nightcap then, just the one…

An exerpt from The Tomato Dip, the continuing novel that will one day have a point, or even a storyline, … Continue reading A Day On The Beach At Scarborough