"And the more I remember about it now the more I remember the fun we used to have on the shop floor."

Get a new starter, put ’em in a packing case, seal ’em up!
_{[Terry M, Morlands]}

All we used to do was come here on Monday nights, downstairs, cos that was the old canteen, and have a cup of tea. That’s all we done. Well, do a bit of running about with hoses, reeling out. Bill Woods, who was fire officer, he did put us through our paces, keep us in training, but, no. Just fun, weren’t it?
_{[Reg, Morlands]}

If you were walking down the factory, they’d have a bulldog clip and pin a sheep’s tail on the back of your jumper or coat. And everybody would be making sheep noises at you and you didn’t know why until you got back and hung your coat up and there was a filthy sheep’s tail hanging on the end of it.
_{[Tim, Morlands]}

A chap was a lay preacher, so conscientious. One day I got on the phone and got him called on the tannoy – he came running in, so furious!
_{[Terry M, Morlands]}

The guy next to me in the Work Study offices used to put a pencil with an eraser under his handset so it looked like his phone was on but it was just jacked up enough to come off the hook – he had a very peaceful life! So if you rang him, he would be permanently engaged!
_{[Tim, Morlands]}

We’d all have a good old sing-song with the music, and when that finished one half of the room would sing and the other half would answer. So we’d sing “There’s a hole in my bucket” one side then the others would carry on and sing back.
_{[Wendy F, Morlands]}