Flatulent elderly sparkies...

[sprocketflup]

Ive had the pleasure (if thats the right word?) of working with quite a few errr shall we say senior sparkies, by that I mean blokes who have reached and surpassed the age of 65 and are all but retired, and to a man jack of them they all fart like theres no tomorrow.

I remember one particular fella whose anal retorts where so pungent that immediate evacuation from the scene was necessary to safeguard ones breakfast staying in ones stomach, and this was when working outside!

Today I have been raising floorboards with my trusty prybar and clawhammer with another chap who was quacking and guffawing seemingly by the minute, he had no tools, he just invited the nails from the wood by the ferocity of his air-biscuits alone - lord alone what he had for brekky, but whatever it was it had been dead for a long time.

So, being no spring chicken myself, is this what I have to look forward to in my dotage? My own rectal shouts drowning my poor workmates in some sort of gaseous revenge?

Of course, personally, my trouser coughs at the moment smell of roses...

 

[ProDave]

Well on the subject of smelly working conditions, I had to go into someone's loft to fix a lighting fault (in a bungallow) and as soon as I entered the loft, I noticed the strong smell of cat pee. Then when I got on my hands an knees to start lifting the loft insulation, I soon noticed as well as cat pee, there was cat sh*t everywhere.

I didn't stay long I can tell you.

 

[Riggy]

Sprocketflup: you should celebrate the achievements of your elders, and aspire to follow in their footsteps (preferably upwind!). Man up!

 

[Revved Up Sparky]

I used to work with such a fellow-- I used to call him jurassic spark much to his annoyance

 

[Evans Electric]

Ive had the pleasure (if thats the right word?) of working with quite a few errr shall we say senior sparkies, by that I mean blokes who have reached and surpassed the age of 65 and are all but retired, and to a man jack of them they all fart like theres no tomorrow.I remember one particular fella whose anal retorts where so pungent that immediate evacuation from the scene was necessary to safeguard ones breakfast staying in ones stomach, and this was when working outside!

Today I have been raising floorboards with my trusty prybar and clawhammer with another chap who was quacking and guffawing seemingly by the minute, he had no tools, he just invited the nails from the wood by the ferocity of his air-biscuits alone - lord alone what he had for brekky, but whatever it was it had been dead for a long time.

So, being no spring chicken myself, is this what I have to look forward to in my dotage? My own rectal shouts drowning my poor workmates in some sort of gaseous revenge?

Of course, personally, my trouser coughs at the moment smell of roses...

Sprocket ...... I nearly broke wind laughing at this post :^O :^O

Although not in the first flush of youth myself , for advice on the subject you need to ask one of our more senior members such as Specs (also known as The Windy Guinea Pig ) or Steptoe ,whose anal outpourings are usually blamed on his horse , Hercules.

Apache is too posh to phart , coming from Yorkshire and all .

And ladies just never do it .

 

[sprocketflup]

Sprocket ...... I nearly broke wind laughing at this post :^O :^O Although not in the first flush of youth myself , for advice on the subject you need to ask one of our more senior members such as Specs (also known as The Windy Guinea Pig ) or Steptoe ,whose anal outpourings are usually blamed on his horse , Hercules.

Apache is too posh to phart , coming from Yorkshire and all .

And ladies just never do it .

The bubbles in mrs sprocketflups bath tell a different story Im afraid, ladeez do fart altho Ill admit it is infrequent. I have been known to declare "for f**ks sake love, you fart once a week but make it smell like that?!?!?" whilst simultaneously coughing my lungs up

 

[Evans Electric]

The wind of change is blowing through this thread at the moment .

I was on a site years ago where a pharting contest was started by these mad pipe fitters from Liverpool , they awarded points based upon the windy outpourings having names , the only one I can remember is The Freeth which was hardly audible and was fairly high pitched .

Bloody scousers are barmy , we worked in Liverpool and every dinner break you had to play them at football . Although all grown men ,they always insisted that they were Liverpool FC while we had to be The Villa .

 

[revjames]

I used to work with such a fellow-- I used to call him jurassic spark much to his annoyance

They dont need to be that old either.... Simon remember RTC - forest fruits and 40 mins delay

 

[Robin Spark]

When my 5 year old daughter farts, she says that she takes after me! When she burps she said she gets that from Mommy lol!

 

[MalcyB]

Sprocket ...... I nearly broke wind laughing at this post :^O :^O Although not in the first flush of youth myself , for advice on the subject you need to ask one of our more senior members such as Specs (also known as The Windy Guinea Pig ) or Steptoe ,whose anal outpourings are usually blamed on his horse , Hercules.

Apache is too posh to phart , coming from Yorkshire and all .

And ladies just never do it .

I wish someone would tell my wife. She wakes me up in the morning doing it.

 

[M107]

The lady of the house goes out the door & leaves us busy rewiring the place........

My oppo bends over to reach under the floor boards & Ppphhhaaaarrrrrrt closely followed by a stench not that dissimillar to the contents of your average cesspit...

A female voice pipes up...... "you cant blame the dog he's in kennels, see you later I'm off now"..........she came in the backdoor to put sugar/milk & tea on the side for us.

 

[Evans Electric]

Ive had the pleasure (if thats the right word?) of working with quite a few errr shall we say senior sparkies.So, being no spring chicken myself, is this what I have to look forward to in my dotage?

Sprocket , they could have been banging on about the "Good old Days" How we had to set 3/4 conduit using a block of wood with a hole in it, or holes in masonary were done with a Rawlpluging jumper bit , no hammer drills in those days . Had to travel on the bus with a bag of tools and an 8ft fluorescent fitting! Expected to drill joists with a carpenter's brace and bit . Don't know yer born etc!!

Unheard of in the trade were ......... SDS drills...... .PVC Mini trunking ....Tywraps..... green sleeving (earth in T/E was left bare) ....Plastic conduit .......mechanlcal crimping ( cables lugged with a gas torch and stick of solder ) ....... RCDs .... MCBs (hardly ever used) ...testing (other than meggering pyros and 1000v connections) ..... certifying....... Part Peeing.... H & S ........ CSCS cards ...... Risk assessments .

Pharting was much the same though, strange that !

 

[revjames]

"You were lucky"

 

[SLIPSHOD & SLAPDASH]

So its not just me then, phew :innocent

 

[steptoe]

Ive had the pleasure (if thats the right word?) of working with quite a few errr shall we say senior sparkies, by that I mean blokes who have reached and surpassed the age of 65 and are all but retired, and to a man jack of them they all fart like theres no tomorrow.I remember one particular fella whose anal retorts where so pungent that immediate evacuation from the scene was necessary to safeguard ones breakfast staying in ones stomach, and this was when working outside!

Today I have been raising floorboards with my trusty prybar and clawhammer with another chap who was quacking and guffawing seemingly by the minute, he had no tools, he just invited the nails from the wood by the ferocity of his air-biscuits alone - lord alone what he had for brekky, but whatever it was it had been dead for a long time.

So, being no spring chicken myself, is this what I have to look forward to in my dotage? My own rectal shouts drowning my poor workmates in some sort of gaseous revenge?

Of course, personally, my trouser coughs at the moment smell of roses...

I just love this place.

:x