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When I was working in Cumbria we had a TK Bedford truck which we loaded up with shearing gear and went to farms all over the County, teaching people to shear. After a week or so of this, we were quite scruffy. I remember being stopped by a policeman, he asked me what my occupation was. "Lecturer" I replied. His eyebrows nearly went through his hat. The old Bedford was a good steady worker.
We were lecturers when we weren't driving round in filthy clothes smelling like old tramps. And even then we still were. Good times, until you had a hundred or so to finish off.
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Rabelais
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