"What does your daddy do..."

[Bo Diddley]

I wonder if vertigo an age thing. Never been bothered. Last week putting up some Yorkshire boarding and I was crapping it going up ladder with timber

You might right mate. But I distinctly remember taking the original scaffolding down and removing the first piece of handrail on the lift nearest to the moon.... I to had a great feeling of unease ...
But during the build when you're on it everyday the height didn't bother me

 

[lewis01]

Started out in the merchant navy 5 years or so ago in engineering after various other jobs. Somehow worked my way up to being allowed to look out the window all day and play captain. Not the career path I had planned but one I love.



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[Dickie]

Biogas upgrader engineer.with a bit of LNG & CNG vehicle refuelling equipment maintainer thrown in.

 

[Husky]

Anybody's bodies?

Yes !

 

[Selous]

The details of my life are quite inconsequential… very well, where do I begin?
My father was a relentlessly self-deprecating baker from Belgium with a low-grade narcolepsy and a distinct penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen-year-old French prostitute named Chloé with webbed feet.
My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.
My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap sack and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of twelve, I was received into the rituals of a Cybelean cult.
At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it."

 

[tackb]

The details of my life are quite inconsequential… very well, where do I begin?
My father was a relentlessly self-deprecating baker from Belgium with a low-grade narcolepsy and a distinct penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen-year-old French prostitute named Chloé with webbed feet.
My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.
My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap sack and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of twelve, I was received into the rituals of a Cybelean cult.
At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it."

yeah baby , yeah

 

[wytonpjs]

The details of my life are quite inconsequential… very well, where do I begin?
My father was a relentlessly self-deprecating baker from Belgium with a low-grade narcolepsy and a distinct penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen-year-old French prostitute named Chloé with webbed feet.
My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.
My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap sack and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of twelve, I was received into the rituals of a Cybelean cult.
At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it."

I’ll have a pint of whatever you’re been drinking - good stuff

 

[VSS]

I’ll have a pint of whatever you’re been drinking - good stuff

You'll have to shave your testicles first, of course.

 

[ben0850]

Architecture for the day job, started as an old school drawing board apprentice at 16 (now 49).
Dry stone walling and sheep wrestling on the family farm, run a private gym and also chair of trustees for an autism charity.
Oh and sponsor / heavily involved in our local rugby club.

 

[wytonpjs]

You'll have to shave your testicles first, of course.

You mean you don't

 

[TringSaint]

Must admit as much as i enjoy my career, when I hear of people saying they travelled abroad for work I am slightly envious. 43 too old for career change?? 29 years working with sheep in some form or another 🫩🫩

It’s not all roses, believe me.
My trip to SA next week has me on a 22.30 flight from Heathrow in cattle class, landing at 11.00 on Sunday in Cape Town.
Event starts Monday morning with day and evening events I have to go to for 3 days, so starting at 8am and finishing at 10-11pm all the time smiling and being all bubbly when what you really want is a quiet pint!

On this trip I am doing it slightly differently, however in that my wife is flying out on Tuesday and we are spending Thurs - sat having a short break before her MS treatment starts.

Normally I would be on the red eye flight home and back working the next day.

For Copenhagen it’s fly in, event for 2 days and fly out. Same for Amsterdam in Sept.

I’ve been to Stockholm 3 times and not seen any of the city other than the bit from the Arlada express terminal in the centre to my hotel 200m away and back, via an office block next to the terminal!!

I used to think it was all exciting to travel, but mostly it’s a chore and it takes you away from your family.

 

[Mike1979]

Architecture for the day job, started as an old school drawing board apprentice at 16 (now 49).
Dry stone walling and sheep wrestling on the family farm, run a private gym and also chair of trustees for an autism charity.
Oh and sponsor / heavily involved in our local rugby club.

Likely story there mate ... was expecting you to be Welsh with a comment like that

 

[BenBhoy]

The details of my life are quite inconsequential… very well, where do I begin?
My father was a relentlessly self-deprecating baker from Belgium with a low-grade narcolepsy and a distinct penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen-year-old French prostitute named Chloé with webbed feet.
My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.
My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap sack and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of twelve, I was received into the rituals of a Cybelean cult.
At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it."

Yeah, same.

 

[Mike1979]

Yeah, same.

I thought you had to have clean shaven balls to avoid getting wool in the house all the time

 

[Merlyn]

I have been a very lucky man in my working life.

I left school at 15 in 1954. No education qualifications at all. Joined the army two months later as a boy soldier. Stayed for 12 years by which time I had been well-educated and become a Sergeant pilot in the Army Air Corps.
Demobbed in 1966.
Civilian flying instructor at three aero clubs.
Corporate pilot for two construction companies then Laura Ashley, the fashion designer.
Freelance survey pilot in Africa, South America and other places.
Airline pilot flying very large turboprop freight aircraft on worldwide, non-scheduled, routes.
Full-time farmer for five years, producing rabbits for the meat industrie.
Airline pilot again, flying passengers on European routes.
Airline pilot instructor and then examiner with two British airlines.
Compulsorily retired at 65.
Also fitted in 30 years as a part-time keeper on a local estate and then ten years deer control, which I am still doing.
Now aged 87.

None of it was planned - It just happened.

 

[Mike1979]

I have been a very lucky man in my working life.

I left school at 15 in 1954. No education qualifications at all. Joined the army two months later as a boy soldier. Stayed for 12 years by which time I had been well-educated and become a Sergeant pilot in the Army Air Corps.
Demobbed in 1966.
Civilian flying instructor at three aero clubs.
Corporate pilot for two construction companies then Laura Ashley, the fashion designer.
Freelance survey pilot in Africa, South America and other places.
Airline pilot flying very large turboprop freight aircraft on worldwide, non-scheduled, routes.
Full-time farmer for five years, producing rabbits for the meat industrie.
Airline pilot again, flying passengers on European routes.
Airline pilot instructor and then examiner with two British airlines.
Compulsorily retired at 65.
Also fitted in 30 years as a part-time keeper on a local estate and then ten years deer control, which I am still doing.
Now aged 87.

None of it was planned - It just happened.

Wow ... that's an interesting career

 

[chriswjx]

I try to whip the teenagers into shape before they go off to @Mungo and deal with a similarly positioned bureaucracy...

 

[Dickie]

You mean you don't

A friend of mine used to shave and trim down below as he said it made his cock look bigger with less hair, though he was only a little hairier than a Gorilla.

 

[Dickie]

It’s not all roses, believe me.
My trip to SA next week has me on a 22.30 flight from Heathrow in cattle class, landing at 11.00 on Sunday in Cape Town.
Event starts Monday morning with day and evening events I have to go to for 3 days, so starting at 8am and finishing at 10-11pm all the time smiling and being all bubbly when what you really want is a quiet pint!

On this trip I am doing it slightly differently, however in that my wife is flying out on Tuesday and we are spending Thurs - sat having a short break before her MS treatment starts.

Normally I would be on the red eye flight home and back working the next day.

For Copenhagen it’s fly in, event for 2 days and fly out. Same for Amsterdam in Sept.

I’ve been to Stockholm 3 times and not seen any of the city other than the bit from the Arlada express terminal in the centre to my hotel 200m away and back, via an office block next to the terminal!!

I used to think it was all exciting to travel, but mostly it’s a chore and it takes you away from your family.

Sorry to hear of your wife's diagnosis is that DMT treatment?

 

[TringSaint]

Sorry to hear of your wife's diagnosis is that DMT treatment?

She is starting on Ocravus which basically wipes out all of her basophil cells (white blood cells) as they are what attacks the myelin sheath.
Jo’s b-cell count is c70%, so when the treatment starts she will have only 30% of her immune system intact. So she will be open to all sorts of bugs.
First stage is that she has to have a complete set of childhood immunisations and other stuff like hep a and b, meningococcal, m-pox, Covid and flu jabs, so that will take 2-3 months, then it’s an 8 hour infusion every 3-4 months for the rest of her life or until it no longer works / makes her too ill.

Hence why we are taking this opportunity to go to Cape Town as we have no idea what the future holds!