Post by Clive on Feb 28, 2009 18:02:36 GMT -5
I finaly gave up the gost in 04. After weeks of producing nowt but stones and water, getting evicted from my home so the landlord could sell it to keep his spoilt drug addict son through uni. Just walked out one thursday after a sort of dissagreement with bloke we leased pit off who didnt appear to understand the concept that no money, no coal, no house, wife and 2 kids and a terminaly ill mother living in didn't exactly add up.
Years ago I had thrown a wobbler and gon window cleaning. After 2 days I hated the boring job and went and ate afew humble pies at the pit.
However in 04 I had just about had enough and I think it needed that for me to pack it in.
As it was my mate was a window cleaner and came and canvased me some work then helped me do it. and it took off from there. felt funny when I knocked on someones door and a little kid said to his dad ; 'who is it'.
'Oh its only the window cleaner'. I think that brought me up sharp and knocked me a bit sideways.
After 12 months though I was on a rural round, the birds were singing, smell of fresh cut hay, babbling brook and raidio on the headphones. No stone to shift, no water to lie in and no dust spewing out of the end of the pick. I think I then decided I was on a winner.
The pit gave me the mental and physical ability to work hard....very hard, and to overcome major problems, like the roof wanting to squash you to a pulp. An aprenticeship like that is second to non.
Yes by trade I am a collier but financialy it was the best move. And I lost count of how many custys wanted to wipe that ' blue pen mark' off my nose
Years ago I had thrown a wobbler and gon window cleaning. After 2 days I hated the boring job and went and ate afew humble pies at the pit.
However in 04 I had just about had enough and I think it needed that for me to pack it in.
As it was my mate was a window cleaner and came and canvased me some work then helped me do it. and it took off from there. felt funny when I knocked on someones door and a little kid said to his dad ; 'who is it'.
'Oh its only the window cleaner'. I think that brought me up sharp and knocked me a bit sideways.
After 12 months though I was on a rural round, the birds were singing, smell of fresh cut hay, babbling brook and raidio on the headphones. No stone to shift, no water to lie in and no dust spewing out of the end of the pick. I think I then decided I was on a winner.
The pit gave me the mental and physical ability to work hard....very hard, and to overcome major problems, like the roof wanting to squash you to a pulp. An aprenticeship like that is second to non.
Yes by trade I am a collier but financialy it was the best move. And I lost count of how many custys wanted to wipe that ' blue pen mark' off my nose