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May 08, 2004

We'll need a bigger bomber now.

"You wants to piss on your hands, you do. Toughen them up lovely. Remember those fettlers up the works? They were the blokes that chiselled the flashings off the new castings. Arms like bloody Popeye they had from carting round a hammer and chisel all day. Anyway, the skin on their hands was so thick that it would just split open when they were working. So they'd piss on the cut and it would heal up sharpish. Course you don't want anyone else's piss 'cos that'll just go septic."

(My hands smell of a mixture of diesel, dust, old hypoid, phenols and gearbox. It's like I'm seven again.)

Posted by Hirez at May 8, 2004 08:44 PM


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