defender11069
AKA Mr cool...
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A bunch of rufty tufty dockside workers from the far east? Whatever turns you on Sue!
suew
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A bunch of rufty tufty dockside workers from the far east? Whatever turns you on Sue!
suew
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notice you take pics of the shiny bits, and not the bits that go tits up!
At least I didn't take one of the flames
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DIFFLOCK66
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FLAMES??
suew
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nrgserv
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At least I didn't take one of the flames
FLAMES??
I'll let Neil tell that story
well.........
sue went reet quiet. (turns out she'd run outa fags, but that's another story...)
anyway, while sues reet quiet, I took the opportunity to snap a caliper bolt in the swivel housing, which necessitated stripping it down to drill out and re tap the thread, as the ****ty little bit of a #### of bolt end refused to come out. (done on motor, but needed stub out of way as tap wrench fouled stub)
so, this kept me warm.
sue, on the other hand, wasn't doing owt apart from sulking, as
A) I'd trashed her motor.
B) she had no fags.
and as such, was cold.
now, for those that know, there is a nice big drip feed waste oil burner in the shop.
this was burning nicely, red hot at the bottom, grumbling gently as it sucked the air in, a steady stream of drips going thru into the burner pan.
now I don't know what she did, as once this things running, it normally keeps going. (ok, it can be a #### to start, but that was 4 hours back), but the next thing I know is sue's shouting me in a rather concerned voice.
"NEIIIIL!"
"what" I shouts.
"there's a fire" she sez
"where" sez I
"on the floor" sez sue.
I go to look.
ferk me, the drip feed's only flooded itself, until its spilling boiling oil into the drip tray underneath, that usually only used for lighting disasters.
thing is, this boiling oil is on fire.
and the drip tray's a plastic 5 gallon drum cut in half.
"well turn the firkin oil off then!" shouts I.
30 seconds of deliberation, and I decide to shift the drip tray before it melts completely, dousing it in the doorway with a hosepipe.
the burner pan burns it excess oil off, rob gives sue half a packet of fags, everything returns to normal, albeit in a bit of a smoke filled shop.
and I need a new drip tray. a metal one.
that's all. nowt really exiting.
nrgserv
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Well I suppose I had to get blamed, its usually Zip but he wasn't there
you could have told the story
suew
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you could have told the story
OK, my side of the story.
I went to the workshop to check my wheel bearing and put the nice yellow shockers on it.
Everything went well with the back wheels
and the shockers so I finished early.Neil was doing the front and was a little slow, so I had nothing to do.
I was standing by the oil burner as it was a little cold. I have never, ever, touched it, its a bit scary to be honest.
I was suffering withdrawal symptoms and cold when suddenly I noticed it was getting warmer
When I turned round there were flames all over the floor
So I did the sensible thing and shouted for Neil. Who picked up the plastic burning drip tray and walked down the workshop. However it completely melted before the door and melted his glove to his finger. At this point he decided to extinguish it with the hosepipe.
I am innocent
suew
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nrgserv
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Why haven't you voted on the Doc trip poll
what doc trip poll?
suew
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see, two sides to every story
Sorry Sue but Neils gets my vote for been more entertaining
blue beasty
Leaks an prone to bits dropping off
Hosepipe on burning oil??
