Tonite I am in a recalitrant mood and thought I would bring to the fore issues that we all deal with and yet few are prepared to mouth off about.
Health and Safety.
H and S is a 21st century disease that is crippling the country worse than Covid.
It has spawned an industry that has added billions of dollars to the the country's running costs.
It has spawned a generation that is too scared to walk out their front door with out Hi Viz....
And it has produced a work force that lacks the courage to go forth and risk an unknown that might reap a reward they can only aspire to view on Netflix.
As I enter the last few years of my workable life it's interesting to look back as to how far we have come.
In my final few years of schooling H& S was un heard of.
My mother used to give me one pound to buy a few beers up in North Wales where a friend and I used to Hitch Hike to on a friday night to climb for the weekend.
We were too young to drink .... but she knew it was a safe place for us on a wet and cold night.
As too did my teachers when they took us up there .... piled us sixteen year olds into the tranny van for the pilgramige down to the Clogwyn bar where the rain nrunoff spewd out of the back wall and we got happy on Newcastle Brown .
A few years later they piled us into the same old van and we went continental ..... high altitude down in the Swiss alps ..... hanging on rock anchors and ice walls cracking Monty Python one liners when the going got dodgy.
And God forbid, we shared sleepiong bags with our teachers.
Today Hammy and Barny would be done for child abuse.
And later , roaring around the Aussie outback in an open topped Landy with a rural roll cage and 1" hemp rope lassoeing micky bulls....
Just watch out for the loop on the deck James, or you'll be dead.... said the Boss.
The was no induction 101, no Hi Viz .....
Just a trip 100 mile south to hear Slim sing on a w/e.
Or the the son of the Boss my old man worked for in NSW after the war directing me to take the old Albion truck and trailer in to town with a load of wheat on ...
.'And get yer licence while you're there.'
I'm still pretty proud to have that Class 5.
I think it cost me five bucks.
Formative years where risk was risk and those who made it went on to carve out empires.
Some where , seems like the younger generation has lost something that makes them bold and prepared to follow a dream ....with the excuse that it is corporately un acceptable.
Health and Safety.
H and S is a 21st century disease that is crippling the country worse than Covid.
It has spawned an industry that has added billions of dollars to the the country's running costs.
It has spawned a generation that is too scared to walk out their front door with out Hi Viz....
And it has produced a work force that lacks the courage to go forth and risk an unknown that might reap a reward they can only aspire to view on Netflix.
As I enter the last few years of my workable life it's interesting to look back as to how far we have come.
In my final few years of schooling H& S was un heard of.
My mother used to give me one pound to buy a few beers up in North Wales where a friend and I used to Hitch Hike to on a friday night to climb for the weekend.
We were too young to drink .... but she knew it was a safe place for us on a wet and cold night.
As too did my teachers when they took us up there .... piled us sixteen year olds into the tranny van for the pilgramige down to the Clogwyn bar where the rain nrunoff spewd out of the back wall and we got happy on Newcastle Brown .
A few years later they piled us into the same old van and we went continental ..... high altitude down in the Swiss alps ..... hanging on rock anchors and ice walls cracking Monty Python one liners when the going got dodgy.
And God forbid, we shared sleepiong bags with our teachers.
Today Hammy and Barny would be done for child abuse.
And later , roaring around the Aussie outback in an open topped Landy with a rural roll cage and 1" hemp rope lassoeing micky bulls....
Just watch out for the loop on the deck James, or you'll be dead.... said the Boss.
The was no induction 101, no Hi Viz .....
Just a trip 100 mile south to hear Slim sing on a w/e.
Or the the son of the Boss my old man worked for in NSW after the war directing me to take the old Albion truck and trailer in to town with a load of wheat on ...
.'And get yer licence while you're there.'
I'm still pretty proud to have that Class 5.
I think it cost me five bucks.
Formative years where risk was risk and those who made it went on to carve out empires.
Some where , seems like the younger generation has lost something that makes them bold and prepared to follow a dream ....with the excuse that it is corporately un acceptable.
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