Dutto
Landlord.
At the moment I'm using:
- A Wilko Keg that is under test and not holding pressure! (I may wish to borrow your hammer!)
- A King Keg top-tap which has been brilliant and contains 5 litres of Wilko Hoppy Copper Bitter.
- Two 10 litre PB's (IPA and Sweet Newkie) that are first carbonated and then topped up with CO2 gas.
- Two 10 litre Growlers (Coopers English Bitter) with taps and in service.
- Two 10 litre Growlers (M/T) waiting for Coopers European Lager if the Wilko Keg finishes up in the bin!
With the current crisis I won't be able to go for my "six week check-up" and even the six month check-up is looking a bit uncertain. My thinking is "What's the point of my wife and I self-isolating for three months and then going out and catching the virus?" so we will decide on our course of action a lot nearer the time.
Thanks for asking!
BTW, the man who "snoozed" on night-shift is not alone! A mate of mine used to say "I hired that prat you know!" every time the gentleman in question screwed up; like the following:
- He nodded off stood up against the raised desk in a boiler-room. The flame went out, the oil shut off but the atomising steam kept flowing, the boiler slowly filled with water as the atomising steam condensed and then turned to water, the boiler overflowed, the water in the boiler-room reached the level of the man's laces and ran into his boots. At this time he woke up and "noticed" that the boiler had flamed out! We reckoned he must have been asleep for at least two hours!
- I worked in the Blender Control Room which had an external phone. The internal phone rang and my mate said "How far do you think a propane loading hose will stretch?" I answered "They are never supposed to be stretched; but they start off at fifteen feet long." "I can tell you that a fifteen foot long propane loading hose will stretch around the loading island and nearly out of the gate before it breaks, if some stupid **** leaves it connected to the tanker!" "My God!" I said "That sounds dangerous. Is anyone hurt?" "Oh yes!" he said "That's why I phoned you. I think our idiot friend has a broken thigh because when the end came off it flew back and nearly cut him in two! Could you phone for an ambulance please?" I phoned for an ambulance and sure enough our "idiot friend" had a fractured thigh and my mate must have told me a thousand times "I hired that prat you know!"
) promptly stepped out of the way and I finished up on the floor. I lay there for a few seconds and did the "testicles, spectacles, wallet and watch" routine to check that was okay and then got off the floor to discover that, apart from my injured pride, I appear to be fine!
