Originally posted by CGVT
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I remember one particular job in Gorebridge, South Edinburgh, was about 18 years old. The boss said, “Right Marky Boy, get the copex liner doon, son.”
I was thinking, ok, we’ll BOTH get the liner down.
Did it fuck mean that.
Was on a pitched, slate roof, with 30metres of copex liner tied to my belt. Absolutely shite-ing myself.
After i did that, he said later. “You wanna fire back up there with a bag and hammer and remove the chimney pot.”
Politely & diplomatically told him to go fk himself.
Nowadays, its cherry picker lorries. Even for the height of your shed !
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