thicker but more pliant than horsehide
Started belting this out at home the other night. Just a random thing. The missus just looked at me with a 'where the fck did that come from' expression.Saw L’Elisir d Amore yesterday at Glyndebourne. It was very good. Light, funny with a happy ending. Nobody dies.
However, the tenor was not as good as the other performers. I kept thinking of the old cassette tape that I had made years ago of Pavarotti in the lead role.
Sadly, McAlpines were acquired by that Blairite corporatist screw-up, Carillion and the rest is liquidation.I did actually work with McAlpines Fusiliers as a Summer job. Hard hats only worn if it rained. No safety boots. Chancers riding hoists meant for materials only. The pay was good though and it was not too grim in Summer. Worked with Second World War Poles too and Sikh carpenters with saws that operated on the pull stroke. Worst job was pneumatic drill on concrete. No safety goggles or ear protectors offered of course.
There was a great one hit wonder, I think, from circa 1979/1980, a song about someone's dad who had retired and they sang about taking his sledgehammer away from him as he wanted to carry on working. Tried to find it on Youtube, but all I get is Peter Gabriel.No kids are christened ‘Nigel’ these days.
British Steel would have not been a long term future for him.
The Sun references this song in a politics headline as ‘we are not making plans for Nigel’. Probably only noticed by the middle aged and over.