Tuesday, 14 June 2011

Gotta get in front of that lorry

The average weight of a family car is 1500 to 1800 kgs has 4 wheels and takes 240 ft to stop at 60 mph, my lorry has 14 Wheels, is 44000 kgs and takes 280 ft to stop at 55 mph , now it don't take a maths graduate to work out I would be sitting in the boot of the car if it had to brake in an emergency, so why is it an everyday occurrence that a car will fill the Gap I leave for safety, slipways off motorways are the worst but by no means the exception, approaching traffic lights,roundabouts,end of duel carriageways, anywhere they get the chance to use the phrase (gotta get in front of that lorry)
Some years ago ( almost pre puberty ) (the ma in law used to say i never grew up) I was a lorry drivers mate ( heavy plant) and I slept almost all day whilst traveling, I'm pleased to say the driver stayed awake, which I'm sorry to say is not always the case, I've had noddy dog syndrome a couple of times and then pulled into a lay bye for 40 winks then another 40 sometimes, only time i woke up was the braking to avoid the odd boy racer (those mark 1 cortina,s were fast) the problem of getting in front wasn't so bad then as the opportunity to overtake wasn't so good, cars were a lot slower then, I'm sure life was easier for a driver then ( cars and lorries alike)
Life was certainly a lot slower back in the 60s.
How I wish these cars wouldn't rush headlong into situations where they could end up
In hospital or worse,  and if  you think the lorry behind is to close it's probably because the driver is fed up with leaving the safety zone for someone who should have got up 10 minutes earlier

Sunday, 12 June 2011

health and safety

I'm not going to push the argument that H&S has gone mad, but i am beginning to think that they are not all singing from the same Hymn sheet, on my travels from one kind of industry to another the rules change, that i can understand, what i find most annoying is different rules between sites sometimes within the same company.
from farm to mill something happens to the grain that makes it dangerous to my health, all of a sudden i have to wear a hi viz vest, or in some places a long sleeved coat with a hi viz vest, or a long sleeved hi viz coat, not just any hi-viz but  EN471:2003, in some quarry's we have to wear hi-viz trousers that to doesn't bother me, but in some places yellow is not a valid colour they must be orange ?   my feet have to be closed in metal and leather, not just any metal and leather, but conforming to various British standards, my steel toe cap trainer boots are no longer acceptable, nor in some places are dealer boots ? must be above the ankle lace up boots,also some places do not allow jewellery or watches ( perhaps no watches is to stop us finding out how long we are being kept there), some places insist on safety glasses some don't,some insist on dust masks some don't (don't like masks they put my fags out)some insist on hard hats some don't 
please H&S executives get together talk to each other, ill abide by the rules because it may well keep me alive,but don't forget the hymn sheet 


story i was recently told, a group of men were walking across a factory floor one wasn't wearing his hi-viz vest and was pulled up by the foreman,where is your vest he said,well said the worker out of all the men here im the only one you noticed nuff said

Go on have a go

I wonder how many blogs start this way, not knowing where to start, what to write, or even what the hell am i doing this for, well I'm another one.
What to write, i heard once that if you are going to write, write about what you know, well i know lots of useless things about many subjects, did you know for instance All porcupines float in water ( well now your impressed arnt you ) I however know, very little about quantum physic's ( probably not even spelt correctly) so i shall not be commenting on that subject, other than i heard if you put the word quantum in a sentence it takes it up the intelligence scale about twenty percent.

As for what the hell am i doing this for, well My mate giant68 suggested i have a go so he can laugh at me for a change, his musings over the last few months have given me a laugh or two along the way as well as food for thought on some things.
As for the title, my dear ole mum (GRHS) used to say i was a five minute wonder, she was  right of course, i was taken to primary school at nine in the morning, first break time i went home saying that was OK but i didn't want to do it again, and I'm afraid that was repeated more than a few times throughout my school years,
the truant officer and my parents were on first name terms before the end of my first year at secondary school (see no posh comprehensive for me and yes i'm that old) by the way he had tea no sugar.
I called the blog five minute wander because i thought that was probably long enough to bore people, so combined the two (clever or what , yea i know what)
Its been forty two years since i left school and in that time ive had around fifty jobs in a multitude of industries, ( i get bored ) as i said mum was right, i currently drive a bulk tipper so i think that might find its way into the blogs at times along with the past lives( who knows )
well i think that will do for now so 10-10 till we do it again good buddies
yes i have spell checked but if the grammar is not up to snuff sorry but i had fishing rod in my hand a lot more than the pen