BJD: Ranging Drum Shearer. A Coal Cutting Machine. 150 BHP.
Ripping the Coal out with gut churning power, The vibrations a - bass in your stomach.
You follow the seam, which tries to trick You, but you have learnt from the Best And the brown skud dust, that 6 inch at Coal bottom gives you that sign.
You can’t taste the stone dust so You know your cutting true That step in the roof just right And you smile and chew bacca And sweat.
In your light-shine You see a million Particles of Coal dust and you Breath it in, and spit it Out and listen to this ROAR at your side as the river Of Coal passes by on the Panzer.....
Behind you can see those two other lights Drawing in the roof supports Snaking over the Panzer.... Keep That line – Keep that – Line – true There all right back there Aren’t they? The roofs Good?
You give them that ‘flick’ with your light Your signature ‘flick’ and they – in turn – ‘Flick’ – back. Brothers you are…. Brothers – Coal people Family.
Very good cornirog, here's a lesser attempt for an AM500 DERDS;
Snarling, growling, banging, even screaming Smashing, crashing, spewing always teeming. Five hundred horses together in violent storm And in its gigantic thundering form It thrashes through the long dark tunnel Destroying all resistance, creating rubble
Devastation precedes its tearing jaws Careless of nature’s ancient laws Vicious teeth set in open spiralled threat A murdering ogre with intentions set Surging forward blindly, ravaging all Trampling below it all that fall
This malevolent destructively driven force Has little control of its preset course Inflicting cruel violence with one intention Releasing energy from prehistoric retention Industrial monster of man’s designing A symbolic plunderer in modern mining This shearing power under man’s command Robbing carbon’s worth beneath this land
We can but try ............... it might take a while But here's a quick-un schoolboy style;
Samson, or just Sammy to his mates Worked in the Beamshaw on 108s. A proper grafter, a real big hitter Reared on dripping and Barnsley Bitter. He’d worked hard and earned a mint Filling off a double stint Until the coming of that day When Scargill accepted P.L.A Seen by Sammy as pretty short shrift His wages dropped to four pound a shift From fifteen quid, his world was shattered Earning money was all that mattered. His terrace mortgage and Cortina loan Ensured his boozing days were blown So Sammy put on his thinking cap To find a means to escape this trap. He thought and thunked a good bit more All means of earning he did explore But then it came as in a flash An easy way to make some cash He’d heard the tales Of Chippendales A team of lads with bare faced cheek Who made a thousand every week Dropping their kecks in front of girlies But not quite down to their short and curlies Five minute prance under poor stage lights In Working Men’s Clubs on ladies’ nights He’d tried it once on stage in the Stute And the older ladies thought him cute But the committee came down a little hard And for twenty weeks poor Sammy was barred. Undeterred he decided on giving it a go He really needed that extra dough. So when needs must and times are rough He earned a mint exposing his buff Almost legendary at Spinster Doos And twice appeared on Calendar news From unknown collier and hairy ripper To international fame as Samson Stripper.
dazbt: My 'Mini Miner' avatar was posted 3 days ago, 35 minutes before yours, where's the rest
Jun 9, 2013 15:07:23 GMT -5
John: Mines the dam at Mammoth Spring, was built for the single unit generator that powered the town of Mammoth Spring for many years.
Jun 9, 2013 15:18:20 GMT -5
Wheldale: I like your avatar Daz, funny, I went to Caphouse today and took the same photo of my lad from the other end of the trepanner.
Jun 9, 2013 16:12:36 GMT -5
gazt: Hi all, found this site whilst trawlin through the net, I worked at the valley at the end as did my dad. got some pictures off me mam I will put up on here when I scan them onto computer. Me and me dad were Jacko and young Jacko.
Jun 27, 2013 12:44:34 GMT -5
shropshirebloke: For some reason I can't create a post from my computer at work, but here's a link to the DMM site with details of the Victor and other coal cutters:
Jul 8, 2013 8:32:00 GMT -5
shropshirebloke: Re. the "Mining Barograph" thread - could it have been used in place of a water gauge to record pressure in fan drifts, or differential pressure between intake and return airways, over a prolonged period? This would require a pipe connection.
Jul 15, 2013 8:46:11 GMT -5
John: I also thought of that one, never heard of it before though, but worth thinking about.
Jul 15, 2013 9:55:50 GMT -5
John: I'm more used to seeing a water gauge to measure the intake and return air differential pressure in inches on a true water gauge.
Jul 15, 2013 9:57:20 GMT -5
shropshirebloke: I know what you mean but I thought it might be a way of getting a continuous record over a period of time without someone having to stand there taking notes.
Jul 15, 2013 11:12:19 GMT -5
John: Still has to be recorded in the appropriate book and signed, can't recall the time periods though, too long ago now. But yes, it would be a permanent record on chart.
Jul 15, 2013 11:32:47 GMT -5
John: I recall the safety/training officer changing the chart and winding the instrument up and signing the chart every week at Angus Place Colliery, it was kept in the report room.
Jul 15, 2013 11:34:06 GMT -5
jimmarsh: John: Where are the photographs of the Boulby headframe changeover?
Jul 19, 2013 17:57:02 GMT -5
John: Or better still here not hear......LOL
Jul 20, 2013 8:22:47 GMT -5
Sam from Kent: Slightly off subject, but we had an undermanager who was nicknamed Danny Le Rue, as he had perfectly coiffured hair and always carried a comb underground. At any opportunity he would take his safety helmet off to comb his hair
Sept 14, 2013 8:27:26 GMT -5
John: There was an Assistant Manager at Clifton who was nicknamed Cynthia because of his lisp, of course he was the butt of lots of jokes, mostly behind his back.....Back in the 60's it was too easy to get fined...
Sept 17, 2013 9:24:40 GMT -5
John: I recall end of a dayshift, waiting in pit bottom for a ride out, huge queue of miners, and "Cynth" walked past everyone to get the officials ride, and someone shouted "Hello Cynthia" with a broad lisp....
Sept 17, 2013 9:27:00 GMT -5
John: Of course the whole dayshift were rolling around laughing. Cynth shouted "Who said that, fine that man five pounds" Of course no one owned up....Just brought more tears to our eyes..
Sept 17, 2013 9:28:38 GMT -5
rac: we had an undermanager who was nicknamed "dog breath" and during the 84/85 strike every time he drove through the pit gates the pickets used to bark at him-brilliant!!
Dec 4, 2013 11:41:38 GMT -5