Family respect !!

[Guest Maj Millard]

Hey after my recent promotion from Flight Leutenant to Squadron Leader I informed my family they may now call me 'Squadron Leader.' They replied with "how about we call you idiot!" what, where is the respect these days ?.

 

 

[Yenn]

Some of the things I did in the past would qualify me to be promoted to that.

 

 

[planedriver]

So tell us all about it Ian, so we can judge;)

 

Regards

 

Planey

 

 

[facthunter]

New Title.

 

I think that IF Ian did that , he might prove it. Nev..

 

 

[Yenn]

I was working in a bosuns chair, what is known as a single whip. That means one rope from ground, over a sheave at the top and back down to the chair. It was 676' I had to go down, started at the top after going up in a lift and worked my way down. Smoko time and I elected to keep working. Lunch and I am about 200' off the ground, so climb out of the chair, go down the rope, have lunch, back to the top in the lift and down the rope back to work.

 

Most people would say that qualifies me as a first class idiot.

 

If you want to see where I was I was putting a lightning tape on the big chimney at Port Kembla.

 

 

[turboplanner]

I've got a clip of a joke told by one of England's great comedians about a guy who was on the top of as building putting waste bricks into a barrel suspended on a pully. He climbs down the ladder, unties the rope......and the story goes on and on as each time one end was heavier than the other. If anyone can tell me how to attach an audio file I'll post it.

 

 

[planedriver]

Not an idiot at all Ian. You know the saying "what goes up, must come down, and people on the ground have to beware of yellow rain near bosuns chairs.

 

By the way, did you work for a pommy guy who I think lives at Coffs Harbour, and owns a Beechcraft Sundowner? Because if so, I met him at The Oaks one Sunday and he gave my girlfriend a ride back to Hoxton Park.

 

He was into lightning protection and did the Sydney Opera House.

 

Regards

 

Planey

 

 

[skeptic36]

I've got a clip of a joke told by one of England's great comedians about a guy who was on the top of as building putting waste bricks into a barrel suspended on a pully. He climbs down the ladder, unties the rope......and the story goes on and on as each time one end was heavier than the other. If anyone can tell me how to attach an audio file I'll post it.

Hi Turbo,

 

Is this the one

 

The Sick Note

 

Dear Sir, I write this note to you to tell you of my plight

 

For at the time of writing, I'm not a pretty sight

 

Me body is all black and blue, me face a deathly gray

 

And I write this note to say why Murphy's not at work today

 

While working on the 14th floor, some bricks I had to clear

 

But to toss them down from such a height was not a good idea

 

The foreman wasn't very pleased, he is an awkward sod

 

He said I'd have to cart them down the ladders in me hod.

 

Now shifting all those bricks by hand it was so very slow

 

So I hoisted up a barrel and secured a rope below

 

But in me haste to do the job I was to blind to see

 

That a barrel full of building bricks was heavier than me

 

And so when I untied the rope, the barrel fell like lead

 

And clinging tightly to the rope, I started up instead

 

I shot up like a rocket, till my dismay I found

 

That half-way up I met the barrel coming down

 

Now the barrel broke me shoulder, as to the ground it sped

 

And when I reached the top, I banged the pulley with me head

 

I clung on tightly numb with shock, from this almighty blow

 

And the barrel spilled out half the bricks some 14 floors below

 

Now! when these bricks had fallen from the barrel to the floor

 

I then outweighed the barrel and so started down once more

 

Still clinging tightly to the rope, me body wracked with pain

 

And half way down I met the bloody barrel once again

 

Now the force of this collision half way down the office block

 

Caused multiple abrasions and a nasty state of shock

 

Still clinging tightly to the rope, I fell towards the ground

 

And I landed on the broken bricks scattered all around

 

I lay there groaning on the ground, I thought I'd past the worst

 

But the barrel hit the pulley wheel and then the bottom burst

 

A shower of bricks rained down on me, I didn't have a hope

 

As I lay there bleeding on the ground I let go of the bloody rope

 

Now, the barrel then being heavier, it started down once more

 

It landed right across me as.., I lay there on the floor

 

It broke three ribs and my left arm and I can only say

 

I hope you'll understand why Paddy's not at work today

 

written by Pat Cooksey

 

 

[farri]

Hello, Sir Ross,Squadron Leader and most bold and fearless pilot,present you ring to be kissed.

 

Now how`s that for respect,I ask you?

 

Frank.

 

 

[Yenn]

Planey. The bloke I worked for I believe is dead now, he was of Irish descent, but we all worked for a firm specialising in chimney construction and steeplejack work.

 

 

[Guest ozzie]

Planey, i worked for the bloke you are talking about on a few jobs with him. Arthur Walker is his name, long time Scout pilot as well. he built up a pretty strong company. as his oposition killed themselves off he'd buy their company off the widow. pretty dodgey work before all the OH&S came in. great money tho.

 

probably the only steeplejack from his generation to make it to retirerment.

 

Ozzie

 

 

[Guest Maj Millard]

Gee Franki, I didn't think you cared that much, I'll see you all soon. The bold and fearless one.