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Post by John on Mar 23, 2007 15:34:46 GMT -5
Post them here!
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Post by plantfit on Mar 24, 2007 14:10:34 GMT -5
Ayup all,
When I first started work in a quarry we had an old pit lad worked with us and he would tell us pit stories at break times, the one that sticks in my mind is. There was a roof fall and this huge rock pinned him to the ground, he managed to support it with his back until help arrived, they placed some shot between his back and the rock and when they told him to jump away they would fire the shot at the same time, this they did and as the rock lifted from the blast he leapt forward and the rock dropped to the floor and safety, he escaped with minor grazes.
You believe owt when you first start work don't you?
Rog
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Post by Ragger on Mar 25, 2007 10:09:03 GMT -5
One of the coal seams I worked in was not a great distance from the surface. While working on a big fall area one of the men declared that his allotment was immediately above us. He shone his light up the fall area. “Look, look” he shouted. “You can see the roots of my vegetables hanging down.” Of course we could!  |
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Post by John on Mar 27, 2007 7:48:17 GMT -5
There was an old feller who operated the inbye bunker at Clifton who recited stories like that Bill.
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Post by Ragger on Mar 28, 2007 5:21:23 GMT -5
There must be hundreds of them John.
Can you remember any?
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Post by John on Mar 28, 2007 7:34:04 GMT -5
The only tall tale that comes to mind was when I was an electrician at Brit Gypsum. The Mine Foreman called my shop when we was on nightshifts and asked me to go to his office where the Landrover was parked and come and pick him up at the crusher control room.
I did as he asked and a young belt patrol guy was with him, so I took then both to one of the belt drives and waited for the foreman to come back. He was doing his best to hold back laughing. After we had got a short distance away, he just couldn't contain himself any longer. After he'd gained his composure, he told me, the kid had seen a ghost along his belt line and had took off at high speed, height of the road around there was about 6 feet max! The kid had stopped at his rest area grabbed his snap bag and hightailed it outbye to the crusher control room.
When Jack the mine foreman arrived, the kid recounted his ghostly tale to him, how Jack kept from breaking into even a grin beats me. This ghost, who incidently was 6ft 6inches! recall head height was max 6foot! had chased him down the road!
The kid never lived it down by the way!
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Post by Ragger on Apr 7, 2007 15:12:58 GMT -5
Old Fred had been on face work all his life and he was tired out when he got home every day. He found he was no longer able to perform his marital duties.
He consulted his doctor who suggested a few remedies, but nothing worked.
In desperation went to a hypnotist who said "Yes, I can cure this with the power of suggestion."
“Great.” Said Fred, “Get cracking.”
The hypnotist put Fred to sleep and went to work.
After the session the hypnotist told Fred.
“You’ll only be able to use this technique once a month.”
“Tonight when you and your wife retire for the night, say '123,' and it shall rise for as long as you wish!"
“Remember, it will only work once a month.”
"What do I do when it's over?”
"All you or your partner has to say is 1234, and it will go down.
Fred hurried home, as eager as when he was first married.
He was singing and whistling all evening, he spruced himself up, went to bed and waited to surprise his wife.
They were both in bed.
Fred thought, right, this is it, “123,” and it worked like a charm.
Fred smiled as his wife turned over and looked at him.
“What did you say 123 for?"
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Post by erichall on Sept 17, 2010 12:27:07 GMT -5
An American was visiting a British Colliery and was being escorted by the Undermanager. During their travels undergound they encountered a young Haulage Lad with his hand bandaged. 'What's up lad?' enquired the undermanager. 'Trapped my finger with the rope and chain, Gaffer' the lad replied and continued on his way. 'Back in the states' say the Yank, 'he'd just bandage it and carry on working'.
On they carried until the encounter a man being stretchered out. 'what's up? asked the Undermanager. 'Got his leg crushed by a fall' says one of the stretcher party 'Looks bad, reckon he'll be ont' Club fora three-month!' the Yank snorted, 'In the States, back at work in a week.@
They carried on to the face, and as they pass through the face, one of the faceworkers gets his arm trapped by the Panzer, mangling it and almost ripping it off. 'He'll lose that arm' says the chap's mate.'Probably not work again.' TheUndermanager was about to reply when again the snort came from the Yank 'In the States he'd get 6 months to have a new arm and be retrained'
The Undermanager, silently fuming, carries on into the Pit Bottom. The two catch the same draw as the first of the Deputies and Shotfirers. At the surface, the Undermanager pauses, draws the Yank to one side, and says 'See those chaps, they're Deputies. Neither b==llocksnor brains. BUT THEY'LL BE BACK AT WORK TOMORROW.'
An ex-Deputy.
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Post by erichall on Oct 5, 2010 6:41:55 GMT -5
What is the fastest thing on Four legs? 2 Rippers with a water note.
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