Lost my lorry driving mojo

I am writing this blog at the end of another mammoth week of early starts and late finishes, of rude and unpleasant warehouse staff and filthy service stations and motorway rest stops .

Congested roads and unrealistic planners who expect the roads to open up like the Red Sea whenever our firm needs to get through.

I have been to small farms that even tractors struggle to get to, building sites that don't even exist on their own paperwork, let alone on maps or sat navs.

This load was sent back by the dick looking at his phone because there wasn't a digger in the container with the dumper truck. He wanted both to arrive together.


I have had enough of sitting around waiting for morons to acknowledge me and then eventually un load me and find myself being grateful when I'm left waiting less than two hours. This clown in the JCB had left me sitting outside this building site from 8 am until 10 because he could basically.

I'm also sick of trudging around the motorway behind shopping trolleys that leave you stuck behind them at 54 MPH and then when you try to get past, they leave you out and coast past you on any downhill stretch hill until you have to start overtaking all over again.

These same shopping trolleys sit at 40 on the A road and then shoot up to 55 on the dual carriageway so you cant get past , then back to 40 again.

I'm pretty laid back about speed usually and don't really rush around but when your left out in the middle of the motorway while some dick rolls past you down hill a few times and then, when about three miles later you finally get past they want to flash you in.

I have loved this job for three years but I have to admit. I have had enough.

I was at a Sainsburys the other day and they had a system I had never seen before.

Ill post the picture up when I get the camera back but it was another piece of evidence to prove that they don't want us drivers anywhere near them.

The bay door had a tube outside and a piece of wire with a hook through it.

The driver has to attach their keys to the hook and then press the button to turn the light red.

The keys disappear up the tube and then a voice bellows down the tunnel to wait in your cab, after a while the keys re-appear and the voice bellows at you again and tells you to go to the office for your paperwork.

Its like going to see the Wizard of Oz, and just as disappointing.

I have no idea how you veterans manage to stay in the game so long. I admire you and respect you for that.

Anyway enough moaning, here come the pictures


I was behind my colleague here waiting while he filled up his two fuel tanks, his ad blue tank and his Moffet with red diesel. Twenty minutes! I only wanted 50 litres in the Iveco.

This was a Homebase depot in Wellingborough and there MPG targets .


The woman on the desk at this was a real cow, she had a face like she had been chasing parked cars and a personality to match her looks. Horrible.

I had a collection to make and she made it seem like I committed the crime of the century, just for arriving.

She told me, when I offered her the reference number I had received through the cab computer

"It means fuck all to me driver" they were her exact words.

I was told I couldn't leave the office to go back to my truck even though they didn't even know what they were meant to be putting on me yet.

Another poor sod turned up with five cartons of Osram bulbs and she wouldn't accept them because they were not on pallets.

I know lots of company's do this but I think its pathetic, its a waste of time,money, fuel and human resources, as well as being demoralising for the driver, but it was the glee and the satisfaction that she seemed to get from telling him this news that annoyed me the most.

You will never be able to rid that sort of behaviour from this Industry.

Its a mind set.

I also went up to Liverpool a few times this week, to the docks and these are the random pictures I took.


If you look carefully my load in the background of this picture, no prizes for guessing what it was.

I also went over the tunnels and this is what that looks from above.

I got caught out by the Digital Tacho again this week and ended up doing a 10 hour 37 minute Friday!" Shit , Ill get a telling off for that in a few weeks when they download my card.

Well I saw a silver lining around these clouds and it looked a lot brighter for a few minutes...
but not for long.

Another even longer week

The weeks seems to be getting longer with all these nights out and I am unable to even write the blog these days. I wrote some of this on the bay but most of it on Saturday watching England being taught a lesson ion football by Brazil OOpps but Brazil just missed a penalty!!!!

My last drop and its only 11 am , well done you might think , but ...

I have been in the Asda line at Doncaster for 20 minutes and not even got through the gate yet, even worse luck, I'm not booked in until 2pm So I might get pushed to the back again when I finally get to the gatekeeper. I arrived at the gate and after another ten minutes looking for my secure delivery on their paperwork ( it was that secure even they couldn't find it) I was in.

Now, in only means you are allowed to wait inside instead of outside but I have struck lucky because I am being allowed to wait on a bay.

I will let you know how long it takes to unload these two pallets of very important goods .

I was out in around an hour which is pretty good for this Asda.


I was on Wood delivery duty and this meant delivering to tiny farms and lumber yards around the Oxfordshire countryside.



The last place was tucked away but I found it and it turned out to be massive.

What I didn't expect to find was an abandoned boat.

I found an old red bull truck tucked away.


I was out for a few nights this week and all the places I have been seem to of blended into one.

This is the truck when converted into my home.


I was asked to deliver here in Melton, the poshest drivers room you have ever seen.

Its a shame they were the rudest as well.

I made the comment that there was a lot of signs telling you what Not to do but none actually telling you where to go and what To do.
It didn't go down to well and I sat for a lot longer than I would of done If I had of kept my mouth shut.

This polish truck had been there so long he had dropped his beer can.

They did have some really nice kit though. Old classic stuff,even the shunters were well kept.




I started and finished at our Thatham depot twice this week and had to make my way to Harwich once as well.

I found this car of the week at the customers.
Scrap tractors and heavy haulage were the best things I saw on a boring drive back to Base and then.Probably the easiest drop in the world...


I was back to base on Friday morning and was doing a few local pickups when I found this transporter and wondered how it misses the roof of the car underneath.


As I sat waiting to be loaded for my last days delivery's I watched this bin lorry at work,

A little while later a man came over and asked me if I had seen anyone hit the down pipe on his building?

It was pulled off when he lifted the other bin up next to me, I said "no mate, sorry" !

a long week

A long week was spent in Wales. I 've been there 4 times in the last week.

All four times I have been to Magor just off the M4, all at the Wilkinson's depot and all at the ridiculous time of 6 am.

Two of the delivery's were for 1 plt at a time.

After the Wilkinson's I went on to the Air craft component factory for a 7.30 delivery, they didn't open until 8.30 and they didn't come out of the tea room until 9 am.



I saw an amazing factory in the hills,completely abandoned and in ruins.

I was up in the hills for a large part of the day and the only things around were the sheep, even if they were trying to hide.




I soon flushed them out.It really was amazing up there and to be getting paid to see it was a bonus.



Some of the roads were better than others .

This is what was eventually delivered , the picture was taken before it left for Wales though.

This was Cardiff in the morning when things were looking pretty bad, luckily the weather got a lot better.One road I went down took me twenty minutes to get out of. Backwards!


I should of followed this trucks idea and stayed put.

One of my delivery's was next door to a very busy printers, they just had a big order for 25 Billion...


This is where all the angry welsh farmers hang out.

I didn't spend all week in Wales, I escaped once to the sea side for another of our regular Trunks to hunstanton and found most of it still open.


I parked up here and watched this guy unload a few cars while I had my 45 minute break and ate some fried chicken from Tesco.

I overtook this on the way.

Some of the weird factory's on the estate included a cold storage place and this gruesome looking business.
Another Welsh trip took me Asda in Cardif, but you wouldn't recognise it.
My last day including a Saturday trip from Newcastle to home was in the company of a couple of lovely looking ladies...


and an Angel.I slept in the lorry at a place called the Stockyard, a truck stop on the M18 that is a pub with a massive parking area for trucks.

Its a very busy bar that serves a full carvery every night as well.

I was back on the road for 4 am though because I had to get back and pick up another loaded truck to take some stuff to a bank in a village near us.

It was an AM delivery and I was doing great until....
Yeah , ripped the whole front off the truck on a bollard after pulling out of the bay I was parked in.

I have no defense and rang the boss straight away, luckily his phone was engaged.

I delivered the load and then rang again and he seemed to take it pretty well.

I'm glad it wasn't my lorry but I am sorry for the driver its not nice to leave your truck on the Friday and find it wrecked on the Monday morning.

It was an accident but I should of been more careful and adjusted my seat and mirrors when I got in the truck instead of just bombing off and not checking my blind spots.

I was cheered up to see this crash on the way back home though.

I was feeling sorry for myself on the way back to the yard to show the boss's( yeah they were all there) when I went past this.
It was in the ditch with a policeman and looked pretty smashed up. I think its a TVR.

It put my front bumper into perspective anyway.

Surrounded by the chavs

I was sent back to wales for 7 delivery's and 3 collections spread over the day and all precision timed to within a few minutes of a 10 hour driving day.


This was one of my collection's, the customer was having a bonfire while the kids were learning how to tip scrap off an old transit tipper truck, while it was tipped up.


Another collection was next door to this night club on an Industrial estate.

I was to park for a 9 hour rest and then back up to our yard to meet a trailer that leaves every morning at 7 to Liverpool docks.

I forgot my camera so I didn't get many pictures of my two day adventure around Wales and the west country but I did get these pictures on my phone.

I took in Frome, Glastonbury, Westerby and finished in Cirencester.

I found a truck stop that was owned by the council and right next to a Tesco and a Mc Donald's.

When I took the printout from the digital Tacho I was impressed to find I'd done exactly ten hours driving.

It was early evening and I settled down for an early night because I was going to have to start at 4 ish to get back up in time for the trailer.

It wasn't long until I regretted my choice of parking.

I could hear a thumping noise, getting louder and louder and then more and more thumping noises followed. What on earth was that I thought?

I looked out of the curtain and my heart sank.

There was a line of blinged up vauxhall nova's and Citroen's roaring through the gate, wheels spinning , lights glaring and sound systems blaring.

It wasn't long before the car park was full of noisy chavs all revving their engines and blasting out their stereos.

One chav had a mic on his system and a sound effect machine and kept me awake for hours with his stupid shouting.

I eventually fell asleep at around 11 0-clock when I guess they must of all had to get home for their tea.

I made it up to our yard for about 6 am and thinking I was due a little rest I went into the office with my paperwork from the last few days, Ha silly me , I was loaded again for that Tesco were I had wanted to kill someone.

I was to load next door to the Tesco at a customer of ours in Crick and take it straight to Wembley after wards.

The Tesco was completely different the girl behind the counter smelt great and looked a hell of a lot better than the hag, she was even polite, and helpful and dare I say it even nice. Tesco could be on to something here , employing , kind, helpful and polite staff could catch on.

I was out in little under 15 minutes and on my way to Wembley a little later.

I found the drop in Wembley easy just of the Harrow rd in a tower block called Wembley Point.

I was told where I needed was on the 21 st floor so I asked at reception if they could call up to them, she didn't want to but I explained I had 15 pallets of photo copiers in the car park and I wasn't able to carry them up 21 floors alone.

Unbelievably, the person on the other end of the phone decided to reject the delivery and said to come back on Monday........

I hope they have to pay for that because to me that seems like a real liberty.

I'm back to Wales on Monday and Ill be taking my camera .

Ill leave you with this joke from MOTO motorway services.

Stuck out without a forklift.

After the weekend from hell I was looking forward to a nice easy Monday run up Oldham and then a few drops to Acrington and then Midlewich to a building site on the A530.

The drops were really easy but they did involve a visit to Shaw, the biggest warehouse in Europe that is operated by Shopping Direct for Littlewoods.

Its an old mill and looks like something out of Charles Dickens.

I have never seen such old fashioned loading bays.

When you finally get backed onto them the unloader doesn't pull the pallets off, they unpack every pallet and send the goods down on a conveyor belt.

My box's didn't pass the size criteria which is 300 cm square so it was all rejected.

Great news when the rest of your loads are all tail lift jobs.
I did find these imprisoned TR7's that needed a little TLC.


The next few places were building sites and I had trouble getting the goods off because of these opened up and loose pallets so it was all going to have to be handball.

I was then due in a Somerfield on the M6 and that's when every thing unravelled.

I had one pallet and it had one box on it.

Razors, no wonder they cost so much .

It took me hours and hours to get unloaded and then get all the paperwork back.

I went to use the toilet here and found that someone had removed it.

This was the other toilet, not very safe.
and no locks on the door.

Another example of second rate services.

But Somerfield seem to think its funny

While I was waiting for Somerfield to release me I was told by the boss that The forklift driver at my next drop was finishing at 4 pm so I would have to park up near the drop and tip in the morning.

That's great.

"Find a layby" he said, Er no I got three pallets of ipods and a pair of bulging curtains saying "Here, Look at me"

I don't fancy being a victim thanks very much.

I drive to Lymm Services and I was really impressed.

It was like a little village , A lorry drivers oasis.

Everything you need is there, safe (ish) parking facilities including 24 hour restaurant, and a bar.

The MacDonald's was just around the corner and even the toilet facilities were passable, apart from a few dubious holes drilled in nearly every cubicle, what's all that about?

I had a decent rest and didn't hear any fridges or trailer changes at all and woke up at 6 to get yesterdays drops off.

When I found the building site I was told they dont even have a forklift, we had to handball all 20 concrete posts off the side and over to the place they wanted them..... "Forklift, ha" they said.

I collected my load for today from this place where the boss has immaculate taste in cars.

When I looked at my notes I noticed it was going to Wales for 6 am !

It went here . lots of pics because it was a two hour wait.




The rest of the day was spent getting back from Wales and putting up with with dick head lorry drivers.

I was passing this slow container truck on the hills and when it came to a slight slope he came
flying past me and then sat next to me to leave me hanging time and time again.


That's not all he left hanging by the looks of it.

I left him to it and sat on 50 the rest of the way up the M5. Ill leave the petty minded behaviour to the small men in big trucks.

I'm happy with my 12 toner.

I'm comfortable in my skin.

Friday night is . . . . .dirt night

Car of the day had to be this amazing Ford Cortina estate I found this morning .




I was sent up to Newcastle on Friday with 7 delivery's to make on the way up.
York, Scarborough, Stockton on tees, Billingham and then 3 in Newcastle.


This was the first drop in York.

I was supposed to get as far down as I could with whatever hours I had left and then park up for the night.


On Saturday I was to come back around 8 am and and do a few local delivery's .

I found a few nice sights along the way.
This was the christmas lights in Whitby

St James Park.




I want to focus on the facilities that truckers are asked to put with.

I am one of the lucky ones because my company actually pays for parking , whether empty or not, although what we are actually getting for our money is anybodies guess.

I went up as far as Cramlington but even though I had two hours driving left the A1 in Newcastle took most of those off me near the Angel of the North.

I had planned to get down the A1 and use one of the many truckers truck stops but I was forced into a Moto services called Barton.

This driver had the right idea , he was picked up by his Mrs and left the wagon where it was.

What a place, It was chaotic to say the least and very confusing for a first time visitor as well.

The cafe is on top of the hill and a BP garage lies at the bottom with a massive fuel bunker including Ad blue next to that.

There is a sign on the cafe door saying to pay for parking before you order any food, So I climb up the stairs and climb some more ...............

When I asked to pay for parking, the girl behind the counter tells me you have to pay at the garage, that's at the bottom of the stairs.

When I got back up to the cafe for the 2nd time I was ready to order but there was very little food on offer .

It was 5 o-clock on a Friday night, some would of thought peak time.

The special board was chicken tikka and rice so I chose that, mainly because I couldn't face a full breakfast which is all they seemed to be able to provide.

"We ain't got rice" said the unattractive and unhelpful girl behind the counter.

"You can have it with chips" she said.

How hard is rice to make then ? I wondered.

I declined her offer of any anything else and sat down.

I noticed everything closed at 9pm and wondered what facilities would be open after that time as I was planning on leaving at around 4 pm.

After finding the facilities I decided I was better off without them.

The cost of parking was £10 but the facilities were practically non existent, Actually I wished they were non existent.






£10, that included a £3.50 food voucher, but not a free shower. They actually wanted money to go in here!

I have to say that the place was a disgrace but the food that I had was actually quite tasty.

It might have something to do with the fact I hadn't eaten for 12 hours but I have to say I did enjoy the food
But regarding the facilities Ill leave the last word to Moto themselves.

New lorry, New runs

I was given my new truck on Monday and straight away I was tested.

The boss had called me in on Saturday to give me a chance to pack my bedding in nice and early because they had planned for me to be out all week.

I was due in Wales early and wasn't expected back that night.

I was lucky though and managed to squeeze the whole day into 9 hours and 40 minutes driving time.

This was where we pick up the seats for CAT, this is the seat out of a digger.

Tuesday I was told you were definitely out , a short drive down south to Bedford and then collect the nuclear stuff and straight up to Hartlepool.

Things didn't work out again though and I ended up sitting at the customer for four hours while they loaded me.

That meant another night in my own bed and an early start in the morning to get to the power station for 7.30.

When I got back to my truck and checked my load I found a pallet of beer for Carlsberg had been added so I was going to Billingham first.

When I got to the power station I was parked up by two jobsworth at the delivery bay and left for a few hours.

After watching these two no-marks, drink tea and stroll around in their oversize high viz coats that went down to their knees and made them look even more insignificant than they actually are, ( hard I know but true) I was getting more and more annoyed.

These blokes hadn't read my paperwork or even checked what I had or who had ordered it but I was just parked up and left.

After watching various DHL, Parcelforce and other carriers including the water man, come and go, I decided drastic action was called for so I called the powerstation and told them I was sitting outside with an important delivery for them.

I was put through to the right department and within 5 minutes they had sent an escort down and called me up to the main security gate.

After a cab and person search I was allowed on site and unloaded.

Its not everyday you see a warship next to your drop off point.

A complete waste of two hours but at least I was finally out of there.

A long drive back down was made a little harder with a series of collections and same day delivery's from Nottingham to Hinkley so I did another 14 hour day.

Im out of my new truck already for tommorrow but only because the boss found out I have a full ADR ticket and he has decided to get it plated up for Hazardous goods.

Nothing much happened today , I was out in a rented truck for a few hours and then judt had to hang around the yard doing a few minor collections and then home for 3 pm.

I have got my first night out on Friday though so I wont get back until Saturday morning.

Bay 13, Unlucky for some

I'm writing this instead of getting banned from a shit hole Tesco site, 30 minutes from my home on a Friday night.

I have been messed about and had time stolen from me by this company too many times.

I started in Milton Keynes and had a moron talk to me as if I was an idiot.

I suppose I must be to put up with it really but I had to move the truck I was in, off the bay and open the curtains up because the the truck was to low for the dock leveller to reach properly.

The way he explained it you would of thought I had designed the truck and the leveller and I was lower than shit on a spade to him.

I felt like dragging his smug smarmy fat arse off the bay and ruining his day, but instead I let him ruin mine.

The last time I had been to this RDC in Milton Keynes I had found a pallet of rotting wine dumped at the side of one of the bays I wrote about it here , Well, surprise, surprise, It was still here . Tramps.

I was eventually released from Tesco MK and set off on the way to Tesco at Crick, a legend in the RDC world, were time stands still and pagers and yellow paths rule.

I went into goods in and was told in the usual delighted and very pleased with themselves way goods in people talk to us that they were all on a break and no, I don't know anything and no, I cant help you and no, there is nothing I can do.

I was invited to come back at 6.30 and seeing as it was 5,45 I was not best pleased.

They tried to make me wait in a room the size of a toilet, it also stank like one.

At 6.30 I went back , the office I was told to return to was now occupied by a hag!! , she stank and she had the sort of face that soured milk , I came to my conclusion long before she had even spoken to me.
The hags lair. It Stank.

She didn’t look up at me for 3 minutes, ( I counted) and when she did, she didn’t speak, she waited for me to speak.

"Bay 13" I said "I was told to come back at 6.30", "Well they on a break " she said, "I was told you were on a break 45 minutes ago" I said.

"They not here" she said "what can I say?"

" Well what happens now" I said "I heard them unload it, the lorrys empty"

"Well they got to check it" said the Hag, as if I was thick.

"Its one Pallet" I said , "how long can it take?"

What gets me is not what they say, but how they say things.

I don’t mind delays and hold ups and problems, that’s life. But rude, ignorant and selfish behaviour, just for the sake of it, I find that intolerable.

I couldn't’t actually talk in her office any more because the smell of the sweat was making me retch whenever I opened my mouth, so I came out for some air.

I had only told her I was on bay 13, I was reporting in and she jumped down my throat and assumed I was stupid.

I am sick of this company’s shit treatment of drivers, without us here, shovelling this shit for them, they wouldn’t have any shit to sell to their customers, me being one of them , although I am cutting my club card up after typing this.

I'm going back in now to try and get my keys and my paperwork back.

I have been told its three loads on one pallet and is therefore causing the checkers a problem, I was told by the checker , a very nervous looking individual that he would let me know when it was finished.

I got the paperwork after waiting another hour!

I had seen the checker walk past me and over to the other truck on the bay next to me. I assumed he would be true to his word and call me when he had finished checking my one pallet so I sat and waited as instructed.

I eventually went back in and found my paperwork and my keys sat on the ledge.

When I picked up my paperwork, hag said "We called you three times"

They seemed so thrilled with selves, the whole office, I was literally lost for words.

I only took one pallet in, imagine if I had of been full?

I had walked around the yellow lines in the yard so often, I thought was in The Land of Oz.

One pretty truck parked up even longer than I was.

I am doing the post backwards this week so here is the begginging of the week , before it all went wrong.

I love seeing the Army lorry's on the road , these lads were part of a massive convoy on the A 14 on Wednesday.

My last collection on Wednesday was here at Knights of Old.
A very rare sight these days , A real record shop, selling vinyl. Youngsters ask your dads.
A very trendy scrap yard in Daventry home of the trendiest working mans club as well


My Favourite RDC is Pearsons In Rugby, Penguin Books. Friendly staff, fast tips and free coffee machine.


I have read over this post since writing it on Friday when I was howling mad and I stand by every word.

I'm in my new permanent truck tomorrow so I hope I have a better day to report.

A week on the big stuff

I was on sick cover today and was expecting an early morning wake up call.

As it turned out I wasn't needed until 10.

I was finally given a lorry to drive at 11, it was a 26 tonner.

I was sent over to Burton on Trent for a 12.30 drop at Waterstones.
It was right next to my old friend the Coors Brewery.

After a bit of messing around with different departments I was unloaded .

After driving back with the orange light flashing and no one in the office willing to divulge the fuel card pin number I was heading for our fuel bunker in Lutterworth.

They were busy mending this trailer !!!

A huge hiss of air as I released the fuel cap told me I was pretty much running on fumes so the tank eventually took over 250 litres.


I rang the office and was told to come back and collect another lorry and take it to get loaded.

It was another 26 tonner, this time it was a Scania that normally carried one of our moffets.

I had it loaded and back within the hour and then just when I thought I would be finished I was given yet another wagon, this time it was an 18 ton Iveco stralis.
These are the gear controls on the Iveco.


I had to take it over to one of our high security customers and get loaded. I was given a security cord to wrap around the truck and left in this cage while they loaded it up.

The office rang and said I was taking the 26 tonner to Stoke and Stafford in the morning and that's where I am now, sat in Screwfix's driver room in stoke, locked out of my cab where I took the precaution of bringing my laptop with me just in case I was here a while.

The new rules at this depot mean you cant sit inside your cab while you are being tipped. The room is OK but If I didn't have this I would be struggling to entertain myself with this radio station playing Vera Lynn !..

I got out of the war years and now I'm at the other Screwfix depot in Stafford This time I'm allowed to sit in my cab.

I saw this appeal on the way.

I am on the bay and waiting for my green light to turn red.

A 30 minute break in Corley next to this poorly trailer.

I was called over to Coventry to load up for Citylink , next to the airport and was loaded by this forkie.

This is citylink and a load of empty forklifts all parked up.
You drive inside and then wait for them to unload you, and then Freedom !!

I went over to Wincanton to load a wagon for Thatcham and then I was allowed to go home early.

I'm going to Maccesfield in the morning in another Iveco stralis and then next Monday I get my own truck at last.


Its an Iveco Eurocargo 12 tonner on a 59 plate.

I have enjoyed driving the big trucks again but I will stick with the new Iveco for a while as it gives me stability and it also means I don't have to drag a massive bag around with me everday and search for a reg number in the dark anymore.

I was on sick cover today and was expecting an early morning wake up call.

As it turned out I wasn't needed until 10.

I finally got a lorry at 11 it was a 26 tonner. I was sent over to Burton on Trent for a 12.30 drop at Waterstones.

After a bit of messing around with different departments I was unloaded .

After driving back with the orange light flashing and no one in the office willing to divulge the fuel card pin number I was heading for our fuel bunker in Lutterworth.

They were busy mending this trailor !!!

A huge hiss of air as i released the fuel cap told me I was pretty much running on fumes so the took eventually took over 250 litres.


I rang the office and was told to come back and collect another lorry and take it to get loaded.

It was another 26 tonner, this time it was a scania that normally carried one of our moffets.

I had it loaded and back within the hour and then just when I thought I would be finished I was given yet another wagon , this time it was an 18 ton Iveco stralis I had to take it over to one of our high security customers and get loaded. I was given a security cord to wrap around the truck and left in this cage while they loaded it up.

The office rang and said I was taking the 26 tonner to stoke and Stafford in the morning and that's where I am now,sat in Screwfix in stoke, locked out of my cab in their drivers room where I took the precaution of bringing my laptop with me just in case I was here a while.

The new rules at this depot mean you cant sit inside your cab while you are tipped. The room is ok but If I didn't have this I would be struggling to entertain myself with this radio station playing Vera Lyyn !..

I got out of the war years and now I'm at the other Screwfix depot in Stafford This time I'm allowed to sit in my cab.

I am on the bay and waiting for my green light to turn red.


I went over to Wincanton to load a wagon for thatcham and then I was allowed to go home early.

Im going to maccesfield in the morning in another Iveco stralis and then next monday I get my own truck at last.


Its an Iveco Eurocargo 12 tonner on a 59 plate. I have enjoyed driving the big trucks again but I will stick with the newe iveco for a while as it gives me stability and it also means I dont have to drag a massive bag around with me everday and search for a reg number in the dark anymore.