I'm remembering more stuff he did now! ha.
Often on a Friday afternoon we'd go to the pub for lunch. We very rarely made it back.
We'd go to the pub have a meal, get drunk, play pool...there was this great juke box at a pub near Hoovers called the 'Richards Arms'.
And the song he'd always whack on was 'Band of Gold' Freda Payne...he'd get them to turn it up super loud. And play the fuzz guitar bit with the cue. Proper getting into it.
He'd shout...'Right, whack Freda on!'
He had this girlfriend who was mad as him...she used to be a drummer! haha. Aye, straight up. She was bang into Joan and the Jetts..mentalists.
I always used to think...I want a girl like that when I'm older. She used to pick him up from the pub and he'd be pissed. We all were.
We all lived local so it was no hasstle to leave the car in work.
Anyway, months later there was this massive job needed doing in London. All weekend over a bank holiday.
They needed loads but no one fancied it except our department.
Because he just asked us all.
Said one Tuesday morning..'Big job in London, they are looking for volunteers to go to London. It's 48 hour job over a BH. If you don't fancy it I understand...but I'm gonna do it and any of you fancy doing it with me then I'd appreciate it, like I said, if not then no worries lads'.
And have a guess what? Not one person in the department didn't go.
And the best bit none of the bosses of the other depts could understand how he got everyone to volunteer to do a BH job straight through..
They were fuckin clueless in comparison...as me ma' always says...a spoonful of sugar rather than vinegar to get people to help is always the best way.
'Never ever forget what the Tories did to us in Wales...they are lower than vermin' Nye Bevan.