My old man was an electrician.
He fucked about putting extra sockets in for domestic customers
on Saturday afternoons, (this was the early '60s),
to help pay the mortgage.
But crawling around under floorboards was no fun for a 6'2'' guy.
Never saw him happier than on a building site.
He got me a job as a labourer, in the Summer of '81, on the same site at Heathrow,
where he was the Foreman of +/-20 sparks, still 'on the Tools',
corralling everyone on the site to help move a huge scaffold tower
to let him and his righthand man affix the conduit and light fittings
to the underside of the roof supports, 3 storeys up.
My old man was an electrician.
He fucked about putting extra sockets in for domestic customers
on Saturday afternoons, (this was the early '60s),
to help pay the mortgage.
But crawling around under floorboards was no fun for a 6'2'' guy.
Never saw him happier than on a building site.
He got me a job as a labourer, in the Summer of '81, on the same site at Heathrow,
where he was the Foreman of +/-20 sparks, still 'on the Tools',
corralling everyone on the site to help move a huge scaffold tower
to let him and his righthand man affix the conduit and light fittings
to the underside of the roof supports, 3 storeys up.