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Post by smshogun on Mar 16, 2014 13:17:24 GMT -5
We had a new button lad on a main road extension conveyor who was bone idle, all he has to do all shift was shovel up any coal from the plough and to make it easier we took steel plates and located them under the belt and knocked a couple of roof bolts in to anchor them to the ground, cleaning up was about two 5 minute operations per shift so hardly hard work and shovelling off a steel plate was easy.
After several complaints about his idleness the road deputy had him and it seemed to deal with it, but we thought we would have a little fun with him as he hated ghosts and we had a couple everyone working inbye regularly saw for a split second before they disappeared, so we all told him one of the ghosts disappeared through an old stopping where his button was located and of course he dismissed it as rubbish and us trying to frighten him.
One day we set him up and Bambi, one of the electricians who was especially small was volunteered to become a ghost, several of us congregated behind the gearhead of the extension conveyor and we put a bag of stonedust behind the return end of the main belt, when he had his back turned Bambi took off his orange overalls and got under the return end of the main conveyor where he slit the bag of stonedust and dipped his arm into it and with the sweat it stuck to his arm, as the idle button lad got his shovel to clean the return end Bambi stuck his white arm out from under the conveyor and tried to grab him.
The nuts really hit the fan as well as the back of his pants, the shovel went one way and he went the other, Usain Bolt wouldn't have caught him, the last we saw of him was him jumping on the belt and riding out of the pit, never to return. |
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Post by andyexplorer on Mar 19, 2014 4:55:15 GMT -5
Where have all the comments gone ?
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Post by John on Mar 19, 2014 5:36:46 GMT -5
Where have all the comments gone ?  |
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Post by John on Mar 19, 2014 6:42:44 GMT -5
Going through the security logs, there's only one member removed some of his own posts other than myself when I removed spam advertising, over the last few months.
You'd have to be very "naughty" for me to remove posts.....LOL
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Post by andyexplorer on Mar 20, 2014 4:25:45 GMT -5
Where have all the comments gone ? It was the comments condeming the soaking of the lad who couldn't stay awake , , back then i worked in building and a lot of the things we got up to were dangerous and against H@S that you would not get away with today but back then going to work for me was a real pleasure as you had a real laugh every day , always at someone elses expense but the friendship was so genuine |
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Post by John on Mar 20, 2014 6:53:47 GMT -5
What comments? It was the comments condeming the soaking of the lad who couldn't stay awake , , back then i worked in building and a lot of the things we got up to were dangerous and against H@S that you would not get away with today but back then going to work for me was a real pleasure as you had a real laugh every day , always at someone elses expense but the friendship was so genuine |
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Post by tygwyn on Mar 20, 2014 7:25:33 GMT -5
Go to Spec`s saver bois bach,its under Showers,lol.
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Post by colly0410 on Mar 26, 2014 18:07:14 GMT -5
When up an old road on salvage in the Deep Soft seam at Hucknall I saw a light, when I got near no one was there. One of the blokes was hiding in a Manhole & I heard him laughing, the rotten bar-steward, I nearly poo'd myself.  |
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Post by kilburn on Apr 2, 2014 13:28:17 GMT -5
In the early 1930s my Grandfather, a Deputy, and the only person underground at the time was carrying out a routine inspections during an Easter weekend into a 'new' development of a once abandoned (uneconomical at the time - 1918) seam when he saw ahead of him two quite dim lights and staying perfectly still he noted that they appeared to move ever so slightly.
Not a man to panic or show fear he did admit to me when telling me the story that fear did cause him to go very cold and he even considered turning back towards the pit bottom. However he thought that there might be someone up there perhaps injured, trapped or whatever, so onwards he went and he noted that on occasions the lights appeared to move and occasionally 'went out'
He stopped listened called out "who's there?" and a raft of other comments no doubt! as he got nearer the light/s seemed to get brighter and then without any warning he saw clearly the situation in front of him.......
He could see two pieces of coal that were extremely smooth and reflective - cannel coal to be precise - sigh of relief. He hacked these two piece out and took them home, I have these two pieces of very shiny hard 'tar' like coal in my study today.
It is even more interesting that cannel coal was never really worked at this colliery but I did establish several years ago that the workings being opened up at the time passed through this very thin seam of coal.
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Post by phil0254 on May 15, 2014 4:19:49 GMT -5
We had a new button lad on a main road extension conveyor who was bone idle, all he has to do all shift was shovel up any coal from the plough and to make it easier we took steel plates and located them under the belt and knocked a couple of roof bolts in to anchor them to the ground, cleaning up was about two 5 minute operations per shift so hardly hard work and shovelling off a steel plate was easy.
After several complaints about his idleness the road deputy had him and it seemed to deal with it, but we thought we would have a little fun with him as he hated ghosts and we had a couple everyone working inbye regularly saw for a split second before they disappeared, so we all told him one of the ghosts disappeared through an old stopping where his button was located and of course he dismissed it as rubbish and us trying to frighten him.
One day we set him up and Bambi, one of the electricians who was especially small was volunteered to become a ghost, several of us congregated behind the gearhead of the extension conveyor and we put a bag of stonedust behind the return end of the main belt, when he had his back turned Bambi took off his orange overalls and got under the return end of the main conveyor where he slit the bag of stonedust and dipped his arm into it and with the sweat it stuck to his arm, as the idle button lad got his shovel to clean the return end Bambi stuck his white arm out from under the conveyor and tried to grab him.
The nuts really hit the fan as well as the back of his pants, the shovel went one way and he went the other, Usain Bolt wouldn't have caught him, the last we saw of him was him jumping on the belt and riding out of the pit, never to return. |
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Post by phil0254 on May 15, 2014 4:20:28 GMT -5
We had a new button lad on a main road extension conveyor who was bone idle, all he has to do all shift was shovel up any coal from the plough and to make it easier we took steel plates and located them under the belt and knocked a couple of roof bolts in to anchor them to the ground, cleaning up was about two 5 minute operations per shift so hardly hard work and shovelling off a steel plate was easy.
After several complaints about his idleness the road deputy had him and it seemed to deal with it, but we thought we would have a little fun with him as he hated ghosts and we had a couple everyone working inbye regularly saw for a split second before they disappeared, so we all told him one of the ghosts disappeared through an old stopping where his button was located and of course he dismissed it as rubbish and us trying to frighten him.
One day we set him up and Bambi, one of the electricians who was especially small was volunteered to become a ghost, several of us congregated behind the gearhead of the extension conveyor and we put a bag of stonedust behind the return end of the main belt, when he had his back turned Bambi took off his orange overalls and got under the return end of the main conveyor where he slit the bag of stonedust and dipped his arm into it and with the sweat it stuck to his arm, as the idle button lad got his shovel to clean the return end Bambi stuck his white arm out from under the conveyor and tried to grab him.
The nuts really hit the fan as well as the back of his pants, the shovel went one way and he went the other, Usain Bolt wouldn't have caught him, the last we saw of him was him jumping on the belt and riding out of the pit, never to return. |
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Post by phil0254 on May 15, 2014 4:46:53 GMT -5
THIER WAS A BUTTON MAN AT WARSOP MAIN WE USED TO CALL HIM NO JOB , WHEN HE WAS SENT TO A TRANSFARE POINT HE WOULD SNEAK OFF ON A WALK ABOUT, 1 DAY I WAS JUST GOING OUT FRI NIGHT 8.30. WHEN THE PHONE RANG ME DAD SHOUTED IF FOR YOU ITS THE NIGHT OVERMAN AT WARSOP MAIN SO I ANSWERED HE SAID CAN YOU COME BACK TO THE PIT AS YOU KNOW ALL THE EGRESS ROUTES I SAID OK SO WHEN I GOT TO THE PIT THEY TOLD ME A MAN HAD NOT COME OUT OF THE PIT FROM THE AFTERNOON SHIFT WHO IS IT I SAID NO JOB CAME THE REPLY HE WAS SENT TO 51s TRANSFARE NOT BEEN SEEN SINCE AT THIS TIME THIER WAS A LOT OF DEPUTIES FROM OTHER COLLIERIES TRANSFARED TO WARSOP SO THEY DIDNT KNOW THE EGRESS ROUTES. ANY I WENT DOWN THE DEPUTIE WAS WAITING FOR ME IN THE PIT BOTTOM SO WE WENT DOWN TO 51s TRANSFARE AND STARTED FROM THIER WE WENT ALL ROUND THE HIGH HAZEL SEAM NOTHING SO WE SAT DOWN AND HAD A DRINK ECT , THEN I HAD A THOUGHT I BET HES GONE DOWN THE OLD TOP HARD SEAM ITS NOT FAR FROM HERE, I NEW IT FAIRLY WELL AS I USED TO KEEP THE SECOND MEANS OF EGRESS OPEN TO CLIPSTONE COLLIERY SO WE WENT DOWN THE DRIFT AT THE BOTTOM OF THE DRIFT IT WAS VERY STEEP AND I CAUSED A OPTICAL ILLUSION, WHEN YOU WERE AT THE BOTTOM OF THE DRIFT YOUR COULDNT SE BACK UP THE DRIFT IT LOOKED LIKE A DEAD END , YOU COULD WALK PAST IT 100 TIME IF YOU DIDNT KNOW IT YOU WERE LOST ANY WAY WE FOUND HIM IN THE OLD PADDY HOUSE ABOUT A MILE INBY HE WAS CRYING HIS EYES OUT . HE GOT A RIGHT BOLLOCKING FROM THE OVERMAN HE HAD TO COME BACK ON MONDAY MORNING TO SEE THE MANAGER I HAD TO GO TO WHEN WE WENT IN THE AREA MINES INSPECTOR WAS THERE HE WENT BERSERK AT HIM TOLD HIM HE WOULD NEVER WORK AT ANY COLLIERIES AGAIN
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Post by merlin on Oct 15, 2015 10:59:06 GMT -5
few years ago an electrition was working on a sunday doing inspections when he was cofronted by man whith blood on his face carrying a oil lamp he ran out of the and he would not go down again it was reported to the manager who set asearch party nothing was found this was hafod colliery north wales closed in 1968
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Post by dazbt on Oct 15, 2015 15:00:30 GMT -5
My only experience of Spirits underground;
At a pit in Poland I once had to confront a spirit. Whilst struggling to keep up with a shearer on a very low and inclined longwall, the face was 800mm extraction but the crawling space through the roof supports was barely 400mm (a little less than 16”) but, as daft as it might seem, the fact that it was inclined at about 1:4 made it just a little easier to negotiate, crawling up towards the tailgate was made a tad easier being able to push off the chock bases and pull up a bit like crawling up a ladder, sliding face down towards the main gate was almost a pleasure, the incident with the spirit however was made whilst struggling uphill. Because of the restricted height and incline it wasn’t easy to see too far in advance and attempting to negotiate a way past a chock operator or other face worker on the way through was a major operation, I was concentrating hard on keeping up with the shearer travelling uphill at about 15ft/min (in the days of yore a respectable speed to be cutting coal at, particularly in that sort of section, incline and coal conditions), anyway, I sort of detected a forward obstruction and a dim light, expecting to face the ignominy and physical struggle to force myself intimately over or otherwise, past a fellow miner I looked up as far as I could raise my head and there it was, inches from my face, the spirit, my first thoughts were of disbelief, I looked again and there it was, still there, without any shadow of a doubt a spirit, ..................................... albeit in a bottle but none the less still a spirit, and worse still, probably of the 120% Proof variety, it was offered headless (throwing away the cap of bottle of Wodka in Poland meant only one thing, the bottle had to be emptied before the company could separate), the only accompaniment being a grunted but friendly “ Nostrovia kolega” , I declined as politely as my limited Polish enabled me to, obviously misinterpreted as it resulted in a far more positive “Nostrovia” , the end result was an empty bottle, a spirit exorcised, a friend established and the belated reintroduction to a shearer on its way back downhill , so much for Spirits in coal mines !
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Post by John on Oct 15, 2015 15:33:50 GMT -5
Never personally seen any spirits underground, either liquid or ghostly. But a story Niel, can't recall his last name, of Niels history site related to me once, many moons back.
He'd served his time as an electrician in outside industry and managed to get taken on by the NCB, did all his U/G training etc, then had to work supervised for a while until he could go before the MQB for an oral exam.
One of his jobs was to examine pumps in an old section of the pit and some rope haulage engines, then make his way to a shaft inset. He was sat in the onsetters cabin with an elderly onsetter passing the time, when he heard some footsteps heading towards the shaft inset, he said it sounded like someone wearing clogs or hobnailed boots. Onsetter never moved and just carried on talking. Curiosity got the better of Niel, "aren't you going to see who it is"? "Nay lad, nobody there"
Happens every night, two or three sets of footsteps, then someone raps three on the shaft signals, and that's it, you can set your watch by them"
Niel said he looked outside of the cabin, and nobody there. Onsetter said he couldn't explain it, but the pit was a very old pit and probably had dozens of fatal accidents over the years.
Niel said the old Onsetter didn't seem fazed by the ghostly surroundings.
I'm not sure, but I think I downloaded his book a few years ago and if I recall, the story and more is in it..I'll have to look through all my old files.
I have scared myself while traveling the returns looking for a shearer haulage end on the transport shunts, nightshifts, vivid imagination of youth and knowing I was the only person for miles does wonders for the imagination!!
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Post by John on Oct 15, 2015 15:51:03 GMT -5
Just thought of this one, I was working at BG's Marblaegis mine at East Leake as an electrician, doing my week of nightshifts, covering production.
Most of the main belt roads were around 5ft to 5ft 6ins high, main roads were around 6ft 6ins high.
I was in the workshops when the phone rang, it was the mining shift foreman, equiv to an U/M, he had a hard time talking, he was laughing so much. "Do us a favour please John, outside my office is the Landrover, bring it down to the crusher/control room and pick me up will you"
So off I set, met him at the control room, "Whats up" I said". "I'll tell you later"
He asked me to stop at a corner so he could walk through to a conveyor drive, so off I set inbye to the next drive.
Wasn't long before he cought up with me with a young C/V attendant, he was all but kicking his ass.
We set off outbye and dropped him off at his drive, then I turned around and headed back to the workshops, Jack just burst out laughing, tears were rolling down his eyes, was a while before he could compose himself enough to let me in on the joke.
Turns out, the kid must have been sleeping and had a bad dream, next thing he saw a 7ft high ghost and took off at lightning speed, now remember I said the belt roads were around 5ft to 5ft 6ins high....LOL
He was a bit of a dimwit, his Dad was an LHD driver on the same shift.
Of course he never lived it down, the road maintenance feller on days would sneak up to the kids cabin when he was on days, turn his caplamp off and lob rocks at the cabin, then make a horrendous ghostly noise...LOL
One shift we was sat on one of the Landrovers and the ribbing started, the kid didn't have much of a sense of humour and started making threats..Worst thing he could do...LOL He went too far and was about to grab someone, when his Dad said sit down before I toss you over the side of this Landrover and shut your mouth....
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Post by quimbyj1745 on Jun 23, 2016 15:44:31 GMT -5
started work at binley colliery in 1955. after basic training was put to work on supplies to 37'stwo yard face. I was the oldest of three lads, 2@ 15 year olds and me at 16. the job entailed off loading supplies at the tail gate transfer point and reloading on a danny then tramming this for about 400 yds, no haulage system. the transfer belt driver was an Italian man about 28 yrs and bone idle, never offering to help out. the junction in question was about 20yds from the site of a suicide about 6 months earlier a night shift shotfirer had put 2 dets in his mouth and blew his head off. we 3 lads decided to present the Italian man with a ghost. on the day of the ghosting we were early down the pit. the junction had a cavity over the girders that I climbed into equipped with a length of 2" pipe that was threaded down behind the lagging to a point close to where the Italians head would be when he stretched out on his bench. The other 2 lads took one of the old artificial resperation notices with the brassed back to it and hid behind the belt drive. when the Italian arrived he quickly got horizontal on was soon nodding off. the 2 lads then, using the small bulb off their cap lamps reflecting off the brass notice, produced reflective images about the unlit junction. I then started to moan down the 2" pipe, " this is the ghost of doggie, get off your idle a----e". he jumped up, saw the reflected dancing shadows and fled the scene, never to return. the next belt driver was far more co operative. job done. |
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