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Working overtime in the office on a weekend a while back with another designer. We were the only people in the company at that time as the company closes weekends.
A Greek guy knocked on the office door and in rather bad English said he was trying to find a driving job. The prick I was working with told him to f
k off (he was fired a few weeks later - score!), but I took a copy of the guys CV from him and on the following Monday took it to one of the manufacturing managers. He liked that the guy was plucky enough to try his chances even when there are only two cars in the car park.
He's been working here almost three years now.
A Greek guy knocked on the office door and in rather bad English said he was trying to find a driving job. The prick I was working with told him to f
k off (he was fired a few weeks later - score!), but I took a copy of the guys CV from him and on the following Monday took it to one of the manufacturing managers. He liked that the guy was plucky enough to try his chances even when there are only two cars in the car park. He's been working here almost three years now.
Sycamore said:
Working overtime in the office on a weekend a while back with another designer. We were the only people in the company at that time as the company closes weekends.
A Greek guy knocked on the office door and in rather bad English said he was trying to find a driving job. The prick I was working with told him to fk off (he was fired a few weeks later - score!), but I took a copy of the guys CV from him and on the following Monday took it to one of the manufacturing managers. He liked that the guy was plucky enough to try his chances even when there are only two cars in the car park.
He's been working here almost three years now.
That's very cool.A Greek guy knocked on the office door and in rather bad English said he was trying to find a driving job. The prick I was working with told him to f
k off (he was fired a few weeks later - score!), but I took a copy of the guys CV from him and on the following Monday took it to one of the manufacturing managers. He liked that the guy was plucky enough to try his chances even when there are only two cars in the car park. He's been working here almost three years now.
Well played!
I was driving my son to a workshop he does on Saturdays. On a fast, narrow A road, I came around the corner to find a young lad of about 14 or 15 walking on the edge of the road with his back to the traffic.
A less attentive driver taking the corner at high speed could easily have hit him.
I stopped, reversed up, and gave him a lift to the next village where he was due to play footie.
Caught an old guy tumbling down an escalator in the Arndale last week,
his head was sliced to bits with the floor, i manged to catch him after one full rotation, got him up to the top held him up with his bloody head right under my nose,
sat him down got him a drink waited for ambulance etc
his head was sliced to bits with the floor, i manged to catch him after one full rotation, got him up to the top held him up with his bloody head right under my nose,
sat him down got him a drink waited for ambulance etc
Saturday i drove a friend from Somerset up to Blackpool to pick up a Porsche.
We did the 4 hours up there. Collected the car and on the way home saw 3 people struggling to push a car up the sliproad which had ran out of fuel. Stopped off in a safe location. Hazards on. And gave them a hand getting it pushed into the petrol station. They said people had been driving past for ages and they had pushed it maybe nearly a mile.
Felt good helping them out
We did the 4 hours up there. Collected the car and on the way home saw 3 people struggling to push a car up the sliproad which had ran out of fuel. Stopped off in a safe location. Hazards on. And gave them a hand getting it pushed into the petrol station. They said people had been driving past for ages and they had pushed it maybe nearly a mile.
Felt good helping them out
At the local chip shop recently & a lady leaving had managed to get her mobility scooter jammed between the building & a low wall opposite, no-one in the glass fronted shop cared to do anything.
Asked if I could help & she said yes, just slid the front around so she was facing the right way - she did say thanks & left - I think the woman serving saw this as my chips were bigger than usual.
Asked if I could help & she said yes, just slid the front around so she was facing the right way - she did say thanks & left - I think the woman serving saw this as my chips were bigger than usual.
sunday before last. walking with wife and two kids in the buggy, noticed an elderly gent with a stopped motobility scooter, stood to the side with his walking stick. crossed the road and turned out this chap had suffered a loss of power (as his wife also in scooter drove off up the road on their way back from church!) long story short... having asked if he had help at home, i jogged 1.5 miles home, collected the car and a mate, returned to the chap. loaded this scooter (blinking heavy)... and chap and drove him home. unpacked scooter and carried with my mate into his little shed place. he and wife were very grateful.. and I felt good having gone out of the way to help a stranger.
Kenty said:
Walking around a small market in Bangkok when I spotted a bank note on the floor, picked it up and glanced at and thought it was worth about a pound, a little further on a homeless man had his little camp and I dropped the note in his begging bowl. When I got back to the hotel I checked the exchange rate and realised the note was worth about £10 - made me feel really quite pleased - the next night I walked by he had a packet of fags and a couple of beers- at least he made the most out of it!
Kenty said:
Arrived in Bangkok hotel and out for a walk when i picked up a banknote, lucky me, i looked at it and thought worth about £1, i subsequently dropped it in a beggars bowl and thought no more of it until i looked at my notes I had and realised it was worth over a Tenner. The next night we walked past the beggar he was eating a good looking bowl of food and a couple of beers alongside him ready to drink.
Made me feel good anyway.
Food or fags, which was it? Made me feel good anyway.
Wednesday afternoon this week - driving out of Reading when just ahead of me a car swerved out from the nearside kerb around something large and blue that had fallen into the road.
As I got closer, it became clear that the large blue object was a large chap in a blue mobility scooter. He was now stranded on his side in the carriageway. Hazards on, I swept out and parked nose in to the kerb to protect him (and me) and got out to see what I could do to help.
He was stuck. Properly immobile, only able to walk short distances with a stick. No way he could have got himself up, let alone recover his scooter. Fortunately a young lad in a black Fiesta also stopped, on the other side of the scooter so we had a relatively safe 'box' in which to get to work. We got him upright and leaning on his stick, before lifting his scooter (how bloody heavy are those things?!?!?) back onto the footway. Once we'd got him back in the seat, the Fiesta dude went on his way. I stayed with him to make sure he wasn't hurt before seeing him on his way.
Turns out some monumental cock-end had planted a lighting column right in the centre of this footway. Then they'd decided to put plastic barriers around the hole it was stood in, which effectively blocked the path completely... https://www.google.co.uk/maps/@51.4342297,-0.94860... ...for anyone with a pushchair or a wheelchair. My guess is that they were removing this idiotic obstruction, but why on earth leave an open hole surrounded by barriers for days on end? Surely just dig the hole, do the job, then fill the damned thing?
This poor chap had mistakenly thought there was a dropped kerb and toppled his scooter off the edge, right in front of busy A327 traffic. As it was he managed to squeeze past the other side of the plastic barriers, but the grass verge was so much higher than the footway surface that he need me to support the scooter to stop from toppling into the barriers/hole.
Whatever street maintenance team or utility company who thought that was an acceptable way to leave a worksite needs a kick in the tits. Just a little thought for those less able might be nice. Ramps down, and temporary safety barriers in the carriageway, or some attempt to reduce the difference in height between the grass and the footpath with a temporary plastic surface. Either would work, and then this chap would have been saved from the embarrassment of needing to be hauled vertical, and the potential danger of being dumped on his arse in front of moving traffic. Still. He was on his way, and so were we. No lasting harm done despite him appearing to be quite shaken by the experience.
As I got closer, it became clear that the large blue object was a large chap in a blue mobility scooter. He was now stranded on his side in the carriageway. Hazards on, I swept out and parked nose in to the kerb to protect him (and me) and got out to see what I could do to help.
He was stuck. Properly immobile, only able to walk short distances with a stick. No way he could have got himself up, let alone recover his scooter. Fortunately a young lad in a black Fiesta also stopped, on the other side of the scooter so we had a relatively safe 'box' in which to get to work. We got him upright and leaning on his stick, before lifting his scooter (how bloody heavy are those things?!?!?) back onto the footway. Once we'd got him back in the seat, the Fiesta dude went on his way. I stayed with him to make sure he wasn't hurt before seeing him on his way.
Turns out some monumental cock-end had planted a lighting column right in the centre of this footway. Then they'd decided to put plastic barriers around the hole it was stood in, which effectively blocked the path completely... https://www.google.co.uk/maps/@51.4342297,-0.94860... ...for anyone with a pushchair or a wheelchair. My guess is that they were removing this idiotic obstruction, but why on earth leave an open hole surrounded by barriers for days on end? Surely just dig the hole, do the job, then fill the damned thing?
This poor chap had mistakenly thought there was a dropped kerb and toppled his scooter off the edge, right in front of busy A327 traffic. As it was he managed to squeeze past the other side of the plastic barriers, but the grass verge was so much higher than the footway surface that he need me to support the scooter to stop from toppling into the barriers/hole.
Whatever street maintenance team or utility company who thought that was an acceptable way to leave a worksite needs a kick in the tits. Just a little thought for those less able might be nice. Ramps down, and temporary safety barriers in the carriageway, or some attempt to reduce the difference in height between the grass and the footpath with a temporary plastic surface. Either would work, and then this chap would have been saved from the embarrassment of needing to be hauled vertical, and the potential danger of being dumped on his arse in front of moving traffic. Still. He was on his way, and so were we. No lasting harm done despite him appearing to be quite shaken by the experience.
More dog rescue.
Saw a little Pomeranian wandering down our street on his own, never seen him before and we know the dogs in the street from walking our own. The GF caught up with him while I grabbed a lead and some dog treats, should he need persuaded. In the mean time he'd come right over to her and allowed himself to be picked up. We put the lead on him and the plan was to walk around the estate and see if anyone was out looking for him. We'd gone around 2 corners and he pulled to one side as if wanting to cross so we obliged. He lead us around anoother corner and then down a driveway. There were some kids in the back garden and we asked if he was their dog. Yes they said and they'd no idea he was gone.
Left feeling afterwards that rather than a rescue we'd spoiled his fun day out.
Saw a little Pomeranian wandering down our street on his own, never seen him before and we know the dogs in the street from walking our own. The GF caught up with him while I grabbed a lead and some dog treats, should he need persuaded. In the mean time he'd come right over to her and allowed himself to be picked up. We put the lead on him and the plan was to walk around the estate and see if anyone was out looking for him. We'd gone around 2 corners and he pulled to one side as if wanting to cross so we obliged. He lead us around anoother corner and then down a driveway. There were some kids in the back garden and we asked if he was their dog. Yes they said and they'd no idea he was gone.
Left feeling afterwards that rather than a rescue we'd spoiled his fun day out.
I moved in with my partner and after hearing of someone needing bits on Facebook for setting up home I asked him to come and meet me at my property.
When he sheepishly asked what was available I said "Everything". I gave him basically the whole place. Wardrobes, sofas, washing machine, tumble dryer, 40" TV, small bedroom TV, towels, lamp stands, bedside tables, chests of drawers and many, many other bits as well.
When he sheepishly asked what was available I said "Everything". I gave him basically the whole place. Wardrobes, sofas, washing machine, tumble dryer, 40" TV, small bedroom TV, towels, lamp stands, bedside tables, chests of drawers and many, many other bits as well.
Morningside said:
I moved in with my partner and after hearing of someone needing bits on Facebook for setting up home I asked him to come and meet me at my property.
When he sheepishly asked what was available I said "Everything". I gave him basically the whole place. Wardrobes, sofas, washing machine, tumble dryer, 40" TV, small bedroom TV, towels, lamp stands, bedside tables, chests of drawers and many, many other bits as well.
Wow.When he sheepishly asked what was available I said "Everything". I gave him basically the whole place. Wardrobes, sofas, washing machine, tumble dryer, 40" TV, small bedroom TV, towels, lamp stands, bedside tables, chests of drawers and many, many other bits as well.
That is bloody good work.
Good for you!
I'd forgotten about this thread, just an update on the original post, have spotted nice seen the young lad (sometimes with my jacket on, sometimes without)
He always gives me a nod, but without recognition, he just knows he knows me.
I always nod back, and give myself a little "well done"...
He always gives me a nod, but without recognition, he just knows he knows me.
I always nod back, and give myself a little "well done"...
I cant remember if i've posted this and i cant be bothered going back through all the old pages.
In the 90's i worked at covent garden market as it was a very busy tourist area we attracted lots of street dwellers several of which were ok people.
At one point all of the decent regulars were clothed in my old and not so old jumpers jackets etc, the odd fag and beer sometimes fell into the pockets as well.
Most of these guys had nothing so it was good to give them warm clothes.
One of them developed dementia after a while and he was placed in a home in Kilburn miles away from where all his mates were ie covent garden.
I was going to work one day and say him partly dressed and really confused in a door way, everyone was just walking past he had managed to find his way nearly to covent garden but not quite.
I rang his care home and they agreed to pay his taxi i managed to get a black cab to take him home.
Unfortunately only a couple of weeks after this he died.
In the 90's i worked at covent garden market as it was a very busy tourist area we attracted lots of street dwellers several of which were ok people.
At one point all of the decent regulars were clothed in my old and not so old jumpers jackets etc, the odd fag and beer sometimes fell into the pockets as well.
Most of these guys had nothing so it was good to give them warm clothes.
One of them developed dementia after a while and he was placed in a home in Kilburn miles away from where all his mates were ie covent garden.
I was going to work one day and say him partly dressed and really confused in a door way, everyone was just walking past he had managed to find his way nearly to covent garden but not quite.
I rang his care home and they agreed to pay his taxi i managed to get a black cab to take him home.
Unfortunately only a couple of weeks after this he died.
posting this to get the brexiter's and daily mail readers blood boiling.
Housed a Syrian family into a housing association property. They're on benefits too. And have severely disabled child, needing healthcare.
not that altruistic a thing though, it is my job to decide who gets what in these matters sometimes.
Housed a Syrian family into a housing association property. They're on benefits too. And have severely disabled child, needing healthcare.
not that altruistic a thing though, it is my job to decide who gets what in these matters sometimes.
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