ARmy Rumour SErvice

Originally Posted by joey_deacons_lad

Working at a recycling firm they had a trommel (in the pic) which is a big drum that seperates bricks, soil, etc it got blocked and I and the operator went in to clear it the object was a bit of slate wedged. He smashes it and then realises he left the control in the rotate position as the drum starts rolling tipping us over and getting soil in every oriface. Five minutes earlier it was full of paving slabs and various hardcore, had it happened then me and the other bloke would have been tenderised to death. Moral of the story, dont work with your Dad

Is that why he works on the rigs now?

I almost got wiped out in a head on collision by some idiot doing a risky overtake a while back. Fortunately I have amazing reactions and avoided the combined 140mph speed impact.

Got tasked to move a mobile cabin from North Wales to South Wales for a refurbishment. There were two cabins parked next to each other, apparently identical. The one I needed to move had lost it's trailer plate so I couldn't figure out it's weight, however, the trailer next to it had a plate and it appeared that I could use a landy to tow it.

A brand new landy with seven miles on the clock turned up. I hitched the trailer, checked the lights, did a small emergency stop in the yard to to test the brakes and headed off. Three miles later I got on to a dual carriageway and accelerated to 50mph. At 50mph I took my foot off the gas a bit and the trailer started to wobble. I blipped the power to straighten it and all was fine until the power came off again. At that point it all went to hell pretty damn quickly. The trailer started to shake the landy like a wet dog and suddenly the world went upside down, everything went into a dream like state which was rudely interrupted when the vehicle landed on the dual carriageway barrier. The post from the barrier punched through the roof of the land rover on the passenger side and everything stopped moving. All around me I could hear vehicles screaming past the me and it occurred to me very quickly that it probably wasn't the healthiest place to be. I scrambled out of the drivers window and across two lanes of traffic onto the hard shoulder.

When the Rozzers, Fire Engines and Ambulances turned up, they all looked at me and said "You lucky bastard." In fact the paramedics refused to believe I wasn't injured and made me go to hospital where I was diagnosed with a bruised arm.

When the panel of enquiry reported, it turned out that the trailers may have looked identical, but the one I was towing was about a ton heavier than the one I checked the plate on.

Originally Posted by Gobbly wobbly

Got tasked to move a mobile cabin from North Wales to South Wales for a refurbishment. There were two cabins parked next to each other, apparently identical. The one I needed to move had lost it's trailer plate so I couldn't figure out it's weight, however, the trailer next to it had a plate and it appeared that I could use a landy to tow it.

A brand new landy with seven miles on the clock turned up. I hitched the trailer, checked the lights, did a small emergency stop in the yard to to test the brakes and headed off. Three miles later I got on to a dual carriageway and accelerated to 50mph. At 50mph I took my foot off the gas a bit and the trailer started to wobble. I blipped the power to straighten it and all was fine until the power came off again. At that point it all went to hell pretty damn quickly. The trailer started to shake the landy like a wet dog and suddenly the world went upside down, everything went into a dream like state which was rudely interrupted when the vehicle landed on the dual carriageway barrier. The post from the barrier punched through the roof of the land rover on the passenger side and everything stopped moving. All around me I could hear vehicles screaming past the me and it occurred to me very quickly that it probably wasn't the healthiest place to be. I scrambled out of the drivers window and across two lanes of traffic onto the hard shoulder.

When the Rozzers, Fire Engines and Ambulances turned up, they all looked at me and said "You lucky bastard." In fact the paramedics refused to believe I wasn't injured and made me go to hospital where I was diagnosed with a bruised arm.

When the panel of enquiry reported, it turned out that the trailers may have looked identical, but the one I was towing was about a ton heavier than the one I checked the plate on.

So then , how old will you be when you have finished paying for the Landrover, the cabin, the trailer, the barrier etc? Just a thought.

Originally Posted by Gobbly wobbly

Got tasked to move a mobile cabin from North Wales to South Wales for a refurbishment. There were two cabins parked next to each other, apparently identical. The one I needed to move had lost it's trailer plate so I couldn't figure out it's weight, however, the trailer next to it had a plate and it appeared that I could use a landy to tow it.

A brand new landy with seven miles on the clock turned up. I hitched the trailer, checked the lights, did a small emergency stop in the yard to to test the brakes and headed off. Three miles later I got on to a dual carriageway and accelerated to 50mph. At 50mph I took my foot off the gas a bit and the trailer started to wobble. I blipped the power to straighten it and all was fine until the power came off again. At that point it all went to hell pretty damn quickly. The trailer started to shake the landy like a wet dog and suddenly the world went upside down, everything went into a dream like state which was rudely interrupted when the vehicle landed on the dual carriageway barrier. The post from the barrier punched through the roof of the land rover on the passenger side and everything stopped moving. All around me I could hear vehicles screaming past the me and it occurred to me very quickly that it probably wasn't the healthiest place to be. I scrambled out of the drivers window and across two lanes of traffic onto the hard shoulder.

When the Rozzers, Fire Engines and Ambulances turned up, they all looked at me and said "You lucky bastard." In fact the paramedics refused to believe I wasn't injured and made me go to hospital where I was diagnosed with a bruised arm.

When the panel of enquiry reported, it turned out that the trailers may have looked identical, but the one I was towing was about a ton heavier than the one I checked the plate on.

do you now realise that you should have reported in before you moved the thing that a LR was not the appropriate vehicle to do the job?

Originally Posted by Gobbly wobbly

Got tasked to move a mobile cabin from North Wales to South Wales for a refurbishment. There were two cabins parked next to each other, apparently identical. The one I needed to move had lost it's trailer plate so I couldn't figure out it's weight, however, the trailer next to it had a plate and it appeared that I could use a landy to tow it.

A brand new landy with seven miles on the clock turned up. I hitched the trailer, checked the lights, did a small emergency stop in the yard to to test the brakes and headed off. Three miles later I got on to a dual carriageway and accelerated to 50mph. At 50mph I took my foot off the gas a bit and the trailer started to wobble. I blipped the power to straighten it and all was fine until the power came off again. At that point it all went to hell pretty damn quickly. The trailer started to shake the landy like a wet dog and suddenly the world went upside down, everything went into a dream like state which was rudely interrupted when the vehicle landed on the dual carriageway barrier. The post from the barrier punched through the roof of the land rover on the passenger side and everything stopped moving. All around me I could hear vehicles screaming past the me and it occurred to me very quickly that it probably wasn't the healthiest place to be. I scrambled out of the drivers window and across two lanes of traffic onto the hard shoulder.

When the Rozzers, Fire Engines and Ambulances turned up, they all looked at me and said "You lucky bastard." In fact the paramedics refused to believe I wasn't injured and made me go to hospital where I was diagnosed with a bruised arm.

When the panel of enquiry reported, it turned out that the trailers may have looked identical, but the one I was towing was about a ton heavier than the one I checked the plate on.

did you have your lights switched on?

When I was in NI I was tasked to escort someone to Ballykinler for the SAA or RMQ or something to do with shooting course (as he had rifle etc with him).

I got up early, went to the MT and picked up the motor, signed out a Browning and twelve rounds from the armoury, loaded and then went into work to meet the other lad. At this point I did something which I admit was stupid - I went into work without unloading the pistol to phone him and let him know I was ready.

While I was on the phone one of the night shift noticed I'd put this pistol down on the desk and while I wasn't looking (turned away talking on the phone) did the usual squaddie thing of picking it up and playing with it. He then cocked it, but it against my head and said in a proper Squaddie Irish accent 'I know your name soldier boy' with his finger on the trigger of a (unknownst to him but knownst to me) loaded pistol that was six inches from my face.

Apparently I was surprisingly calm and simply told him it was loaded. He, on the other hand, shit himself. I never acted like a knobhead with weapons again after that strangely enough.

Originally Posted by jimmys_best_mate

When I was in NI I was tasked to escort someone to Ballykinler for the SAA or RMQ or something to do with shooting course (as he had rifle etc with him).

I got up early, went to the MT and picked up the motor, signed out a Browning and twelve rounds from the armoury, loaded and then went into work to meet the other lad. At this point I did something which I admit was stupid - I went into work without unloading the pistol to phone him and let him know I was ready.

While I was on the phone one of the night shift noticed I'd put this pistol down on the desk and while I wasn't looking (turned away talking on the phone) did the usual squaddie thing of picking it up and playing with it. He then cocked it, but it against my head and said in a proper Squaddie Irish accent 'I know your name soldier boy' with his finger on the trigger of a (unknownst to him but knownst to me) loaded pistol that was six inches from my face.

Apparently I was surprisingly calm and simply told him it was loaded. He, on the other hand, shit himself. I never acted like a knobhead with weapons again after that strangely enough.

did you have your lights switched on?