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i was asked at work What safety means to me , the Site Safety person said why don't you write a poem to highlight your thoughts , so i sat down and started writing , 12 minutes later i came up with this . Today the Head of HSE for Worley is visiting site , i was introduced as the man that wroite the poem that is now hang on the wall of our site cabins . He said this is actually what we are looking for .

PPE and common sense
Free for all to dispense
Looking out of hazardous stuff
Stopping before you have had enough
Being aware of the current surround
To go home safe and sound
Assessing your area working to RAMS
Keeping yourself out of Jams
Health is important watch what you inhale
Go and seek help if you are looking pale
Heed the warning, the sirens are live
Safe havens are there for you to survive
Remember you have a family to keep
Always remember life isn’t cheap
Do not do anything you know is not right
Follow the rules laid down by the Site
All these rules can be hard to swallow
Following them, no accidents will follow


Many years ago, I worked for a large engineering company. They won a large project in Singapore to build an Aromatic Plant. My job was to Schedule all the supply utilities from an existing plant. My Construction Manager was an Italian his name was Sandro, a bigger than live character who spoke good English with a very strong Italian accent. He was very good at his job, no one could pull the wool over his eyes as he knew the job inside out and all that was happening.
We employed about 15 different contractors to do the work and as usual with any new contractor coming onboard, we use to hold a ‘Kick Off Meeting’. This involved a representation of each discipline from each side discussing the requirements of the job and to inform the contractor of any scope changes etc.
After only being on the job for a few days I was invited to a Kick Off Meeting with one of the new contractors. Very discipline discussed their requirements, and all went well. Sandro summed up the meeting with (AOB) Any other Business. He thanked everyone for their participation and stated that there was now work for them that the contract contains, now you must imagine Sandro speaking in this strong Italian accent. it went something like,
‘Gentlemen we have a morea worka for you but thisa work is a Penis’,
Understandably I looked at him a bit shocked and then turned my eyes to another English colleague sitting across the table with a look of dismay.
We both laugh when we left the meeting.
Days later we had another Kick Off meeting with another contractor, the meeting when through the normal procedure and the AOB, yes Sandro repeated his sentence indicating some extra work
‘Gentlemen we havea morea worka for you but thisa work is a Penis’,
It took all my composure to prevent me bursting with laughter.
Weeks went by, Sandro had a long running battle with the Engineering Design office over the amount of Pipe Sleepers needed for the job (normally pre-cast concrete blocks set in the ground to support pipe). he always stated that we needed at least 1.5 times more Sleepers than the design office had designed for. He won his argument, he can running out of his office shouting my name. ‘Grames Grames come come‘, jestering me to come into his office .When I entered he had all the PIPE Sleeper drawings lay out of desks , ‘ cee I wasa right , they agree to mya quantities , this give us extra work but this work is a Penis’, . I burst out laughing , with a puzzled out on his face he spoke,’ why you laugh’ . I said the work you are looking for is ‘Peanuts’, again puzzled he said, ‘What is Penis?’, At this moment I clasped my hand around my privates, his mouth could not have opened anymore, he was in total shock.

Body found in Seaton Carew during search for missing Chris Wilson from Whitburn
A body found at the coast near Hartlepool has been identified as Chris Wilson who went missing from home last week

Missing Chris Wilson from Whitburn

The body of a man discovered at the coast has been identified as missing Chris Wilson.
Chris, 31, from Whitburn in Sunderland, has last been seen leaving his home on June 20.
He was reported missing two days later.
Northumbria Police had urged the public to look out for Chris as they had become concerned for his welfare.
On Wednesday, a man's body was discovered and Cleveland Police were called to The Front in Seaton Carew, near Hartlepool.
Formal identification has now taken place and it has been confirmed the body found is Chris.
Police do not believe the death is suspicious and a report will be made for the coroner.

I was driving to work when i was flagged down by a man walking his dog , i stopped and lowered my passenger window , he asked if i had a phone and would i call the police as there is a dead body on the Beach , I got out of the car to have a look over the sea wall , i could not see anything and the man stated that it was behind those rocks . I wasn't sure if i was getting set up and at any moment i would be mucked and my car stolen . Never the less i found myself ringing the police , i turned round to see the man walking away saying that he had to take his dog for a walk , which made me feel a bit more suspicious and starting to feel as if i was being taken for a fool . Anyway i got in touch with a helpful Police woman and told her the story and gave her a description of the man that had flagged me down . She asked if i saw the body to which i replied no , i started to feel a bit stupid and told her so , but she reassured me my saying that you could not let a thing like this go and that i had done the right thing. Sure enough they did find a body .
I am sure the police will be back in touch ( Time now is 7:40 am the next day on Thursday morning) I did get a phone call yesterday evening when i was sitting outside with my wife enjoying a drink at the Hartlepool Marina , but i ignore it , saying to the wife it was a London Number , her reply was 'It might have been Scotland Yard .
I have to say i am disappointed in Facebook . I used to have the freedom of sharing my posts , blogs from my website etc , Now Facebook have limited my sharing to groups that i am admin for , the posts were obviously enjoyed by many people the evidence is in the thousands that were reached . seems to me that they are annoyed that you are able to reach so many people without indulging in there boost your post campaigns . shame on you Facebook.
The legend of Saint George and the Dragon describes the saint taming and slaying a dragon that demanded human sacrifices; the saint thereby rescues the princess chosen as the next offering. The narrative is set in Cappadocia in the earliest sources of the 11th and 12th centuries, but transferred to Libya in the 13th-century Golden Legend.[1]
The narrative has pre-Christian origins (Jason and Medea, Perseus and Andromeda, Typhon, etc.),[1] and is recorded in various saints' lives prior to its attribution to St George specifically. It was particularly attributed to Saint Theodore Tiro in the 9th and 10th centuries, and was first transferred to Saint George in the 11th century. The earliest narrative record of Saint George slaying a dragon is found in a Georgian text of the 11th century.
The legend and iconography spread rapidly through the Byzantine cultural sphere in the 12th century. It reached Western Christian tradition still in the 12th century, via the crusades. The knights of the First Crusade believed that St George with his fellow soldier-saints Demetrius, Maurice and Theodore had fought alongside them at Antioch and Jerusalem. The legend was popularised in Western tradition in the 13th century based on its Latin versions in the Speculum Historiale and the Golden Legend. At first limited to the courtly setting of Chivalric romance, the legend was popularised in the 13th century and became a favourite literary and pictorial subject in the Late Middle Ages and Renaissance, and it has become an integral part of the Christian traditions relating to Saint George both in Eastern and Western tradition.
Central Line Ghost

I once worked in an Engineering Consulting office near St Paul’s Cathedral. I rented a flat in West Finchley. I took the Northern Line to Bank Underground than took the Central Line to St Paul’s to get to work every day. The routine never changed until London Underground changed the timetable slightly which meant the first tube I caught went down the west line of the Northern line after Camden town. This meant a change at Tottenham Court Road and then the Central Line to St Paul’s.
I got on the same carriage every morning, the carriage was never very full, the first three mornings that I got on the tube train there was a girl she was always sat in the same seat. I used to sit opposite her, either directly or just to one side, she always sat leaning forward her long hair almost covering her face, only the end of her nose was visible. I found myself looking at her very now and then, I seemed to be drawn to her, but this is quite common on the tube, there is a lot of staring and glances but no conversation.
On the fourth day I got up to get off the train as it was approaching St Paul’s, as I stood at the doors I glanced round to look at this girl just as the tube doors opened, her head had turned and was looking straight at me, there was no expression or movement on the ashen coloured face, I smiled, don’t ask me why, and then stepped off the train. I didn’t think a great deal of it at the time, but it was the last time I saw this girl, never again would she be sitting in that seat on the tube, as time went by I saw her image in my mind more and more. I am convinced I saw a ghost. I told this story to my Step-Daughter, she was fascinated, her take on the story is that this ghost just wanted some recognition, which I gave her.
I would not say that I am a believer, but this certainly has me thinking .
WHY can Millions be found without hesitation to rebuilt a Cathedral , yet millions go homeless and hungry

Sunday Drinking Hours

Years ago, when the opening times of the pubs and working men’s clubs was limited. Sunday Dinner time (or lunch time to southerners) was a mere 2 hours of socialising 12:00 to 14:00. Allowing opening times to be extended to all day had a diverse effect on this two-hour ritual. Why?

We used to meet at the Newcastle Labour Club, you were always there bang on 12 to greet the doors being opened. The 2-hour session was the best in the week, regularly we used to down a gallon of beer. The entertainment as great, there would be a local band, usually playing Heavy Music, two or three strippers to whet your appetite for Bingo. Yes Bingo. The Bingo as looked upon as a bit of fun rather than a desperation to win money, although it was nice if you did of course. There were plenty of songs chanted out as the numbers were called. Some are listed below,
50 – Five Oh Five Oh, it’s off to work we go…………….
69 – Sixty Nines the best way, Sixty nines the best way, lah lah lah lah ……………

This used to annoy the bingo caller who was an old man. One this particular Sunday when we called number 10, the club broke into 10 green bottles hanging on the wall and sang all the way down to no green bottles. The bingo caller took offence to this and stormed off the stage, this brought howls of laughter and it took a lot of persuasion from the concert chairman to get him to come back to the stage. We were all asked to settle down and the bingo commenced once again. First Number out, ‘top of the shop blind 90’. The response:

Ninety green bottles hanging on the wall, ninety green bottles hanging on the wall

Bingo was abandoned that day,
DI Knowles sat across the road in the same café that Peter had been in hours earlier. He had Jones placed up the north end of the street and Finch at the south end. He looked at his watch: 2:55pm. The street was busy, but it did not stop him picking out the man he was looking for – he appeared on the street walking like a man with a mission. Knowles placed his cup in its saucer and picked up his phone; the text he wrote said, ‘GO’. He stood up and made his way to the shop. The two accomplices were also heading in that direction; Knowles indicated to one of them to make their way around to the back of the shop. Knowles opened the door and Peter turned instantly. The shock on his face said it all. He looked around; there was no escape.
‘Come quietly, Peter, the game is up.’
‘You bastard,’ he shouted at the coin dealer as he turned and picked up the chair next to the desk. The chair smashed over the dealer’s head, the dealer’s arm made for little protection, and the chair hitting him rendered him almost unconscious as he fell to the floor. The door opened and Jones came rushing in to see the chair being lifted again and swung at Knowles, fortunately he was swift enough to dodge and ducked down as it flew over his head. It caught Peter off balance as the momentum carried him round twisting his body. Jones took full advantage and leapt onto Peter bringing him down to the ground with ease. The two wrestled on the floor each trying to manoeuvre himself into a more advantageous position. Knowles stood back not really knowing what to. He kicked out at Peter’s back when the opportunity arose, but with little effect. Jones managed to pin Peter down and landed several punches to his face, hampered by the arms and elbows of his victim. A knee came up into the groin of Jones and he reeled in agony. The pain grew as Peter’s fist landed on his cheekbone, followed up by a big push that sent him clambering to the floor. The door opened again as Finch entered. Peter’s attention was diverted by the door opening and he never saw the next kick from Knowles coming.
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