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Many years ago I was working for a very large mobile crane hire Company based In Didcot, I had to take a large mobile crane up to Rotherham for It's 4 year test, the testing took four days. I was In digs somewhere on the Sheffield Road and a few of the local crane drivers talked me into meeting up at the local working Mans club, what a f ucking night and what a club, dirt cheap best bitter, disgusting Lady strippers, and seriously funny stand up comedians on the microphone, all this was on a wet and windy Tuesday night, and Wednesday night and Thursday night. All i need to get Into the club/clubs was my Union card and as I was an AUEW Union convenor I was made more than welcome. Those working Men's clubs were brilliant and a great place to meet people and talk bollocks. There was a working Mans club In Didcot but I'm pretty sure It sadly got sold. Our old Labour club In Newbury was sold to the bloody Conservatives FFS, I used to go there when there was a General election looming before the bloody Tories bought the bloody place. I've been teetotal for bloody years now.
We don't watch the television so the TV licencing people sent me an email recently threatening to kill me If I didn't renew my licence, they mentioned something about mobile machines that they have that will come round and check If I'm watching any of they're mundane ''Eastenders'' overacting type of programme things. I cant watch news reporters we don't need them anymore they tell you what you already know and can see, all they really want is to end up in that get me out of the jungle thing programme.
John Pilger was a reporter/ journalist who was superb at his job, basic facts that's all you need.
Maybe I should turn the television on and see WTF Is happening on the street, or maybe not.
We were there too, and bloody Stockport and bloody Huddersfield and that bastard Milton Keynes game, there were other away cup games that we never missed but I've just woken up from my afternoon nap and I cant remember them.
I regret working past my retirement age, I just carried on working because I could I worked a further three Years until just after my 68th birthday. The retirement was just bliss for many reasons and I knew I'd made a mistake working on. My Company were brilliant with me (I'd been there nigh on 40 Years) after a couple of years I did sit down with my Director one day when I told him I'd had enough, he/they talked me into going part time on the same benefits (car--life Insurance--33 days annual leave--full sick pay--etcetera--etcetera working three days per week. Then one Sunday night I said to the Missus tomorrow Is gonna be a stinker of a day at work, she just replied then hand your notice In which I did.
Yes money Is vital when you retire of course It Is but them moments In the evening when you think to yourself, I don't have to do nothing tomorrow, nothing at all, get up when I want, no more arguing with two faced lying clients, blah--blah--blah.
Retirement Is great, I swear by It, get out while you can/If you can.
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