Chapter 22: in 2017

    In 2017 when I was retired. I went with my daughter Michaella to a Trillium Metal stamping Christmas “ Do”. I took Michaella with me as Mitzi my wife was sick. I was talking to Scott Zinger my immediate tool room supervisor, we were talking about the company and about where it was going. He went on to tell me that they were putting on an. extension to the plant. Then right out of the Blue, he told me that I was the only guy that he had ever met that “ Got It “ when it came to the Auto industry. I then thought back to when on occasions that Bill the Trillium toolroom foreman would ask me about certain projects that he was working on. He would show me what he was doing and what he was trying to achieve and he would ask what I thought. Most of what he showed me was old school, trying to make something out of nothing. The projects usually looked like they did not amount to much. But in the end, they would “ Do the Job “

     In all of these projects of Bills, there was one thing missing for sure.” Urgency”  there never seemed to be any urgency with any of Bill’s projects, which was a thing that I was used to dealing with at the likes of Butler Metals. Things for the like of G.M. and Chrysler had to be done yesterday, not anytime soon.

    When I was hired on at Trillium I  had been there a few weeks, and I was talking to Dave Hickey who I worked with at Butler Metals.

    Prior to me starting work at Trillium Metal Stampings They told  Dave who had worked in the press shop at Butlers. that they were going to hire on a  Tool and Die guy from Butlers.  Dave asked them who they were going to hire they said that it came down to two guys. Bryan Rogers and Bob Williams. so Dave said who did you hire. They said we were thinking of Bob Williams. Dave said right away,

“You are making a mistake,”

Dave told them I was the best. You should have hired me instead.  So Trillium changed their mind and I was hired on.   I guess on reflection I ended up being respected by my peers in the auto industry.

I was at Trillium for nearly eight years. I was on steady afternoons and I ran the tool room. the job was a snap. I was on my own. Over the years I only asked Scot Zigger my immediate boss to come in and give me a hand because parts were needed for the morning and I needed a hand because I was swamped. After running 65 presses and equipment at  Butler Metals then your down to about 14 presses life was ok.

Shortly after being at Trillium for a while Scott asked me to start to split some large dies that were made and that had come from China. there was about 10 of them. So when I came in the next afternoon Scot said to me how did you split all these dies so fast. I had split each die and put the upper and lowere dies on pedestals Well it seems that did not know how to use the two cranes together to split larger dies. At first, Scot did not believe me, but once I showed him how to do it he never looked back. trilium to my way of thinking was just an extention of Butler Metals.


Chapter 14: Apprenticeship

It was 1957.    I don’t remember meeting with  Noth Paddington School guidance counsellor, about working after leaving school.  But I do remember it was a lady. I would have thought that at that time  I  would of have told her that  I was good at good woodwork and metalwork. So, because of this, she got me a job at a company besides the cut ( canal ) in Paddington.

The name of the company was   Mathew Hall, this company produced metal piping and the like. Mathew Hall was situated about 6 blocks from the school. Just up the Harrow Road.

My job was basically was a go-fer.  Go for this and go for that.

The company used to send me all around London on the Double Decker buses or on the Tube. ( The Underground ) I used to travel around London to different tool stores to buy drill bits reamers and various other small tools. I guess I was a cheap form of quicky mail.

Back then there was no internet or any cell phones so if your family or business would not have had any of today’s modern electronic conveniences.

When I was not running around for this and that, I was the shop boy. One job that I was given was drilling holes in some brass rings. The drill bit kept grabbing and the brass ring would spin on the drill. I was shit scared that I was going to cut my fingers off as the rings were made from sheet brass.

As I was always working around the plant I was asked by the two blokes working in the lathe room, to take care of the Derby draw. the Derby was one of the biggest horse races of the year. I  had no idea what to do but I got the gist of it.

So, I  got hold of the morning paper. From there I was able to write down the names of the horses from the sports page, on a sheet of paper.

There were about 16 horses. in the Derby that year. I cut and folded the bits of paper up and put them in a paper bag. I went around Mathew Halls until I had one horse left So I put in my 2 shillings and the horse was mine.

Unbeknownst to me, I had picked the favourite and of cause, the fucking thing won. There was a few pissed off people at Mathew Hall after my win, saying that I had rigged the draw because I had the favourite ” Clorepello.

Nothing was further from the truth I had no idea about horse racing and how to run a sweepstake as they called it.


In a room at Mathew  Hall, there were two blokes that worked together    They both worked on lathes. One, Frank looked like Punch from Punch and Judy, with glasses with a big shiny hooked nose. The Other was Harry Balcombe.

Harry was to me about 100 years old, he had a droopy moustache and grey and black wavy hair. His moustache was stained by cigarette nicotine,  and he always had a fag, as they used to call them, in the corner of his mouth, with at least an inch of ash hanging on the end of it.

Plus he also wore glasses hanging from the end of his nose which he used to peer over the top of.  Harry also seemed to have no teeth.

So Harry says to me one day.

”  ‘Err Cock what the fucking ‘ell are you doing working ‘ere. “

So I say naively,“ What do you mean  ‘Arry?”

Harry then says, “ Why don’t you get yourself a real job, a fucking  apprenticeship!”

“ What’s an Apprenticeship ‘ Arry?

“ It’s a fucking job where you learn on the job and they pay you at the same fucking time!  With that, he writes an address on a scrap of paper and says

“ Here Cock go to this place ‘ere and tell them that you want an apprenticeship, and, tell them that “’Arry   Balcombe sent you!  “

So sure enough, I got on a train to Willesden junction two stops up the line from Queens Park Station. From there I rode a double Decker bus to East Acton. from there I walked to the address on a scrap of paper. Light Alloys of East Acton.

When I got there, there was a uniformed guard on the gate standing outside a small green hut. Just like a guard at Buckingham Palace. He directed me to the Personnel Dep’t, a few steps away from the entrance gate. So, I went into the Personnel there and told them.

“ Arry  Balcombe sent me ‘eer and to tell you to give me an apprenticeship”!  So they did and  I became an apprentice draftsman.    You could not do this nowadays, that’s for sure. You couldn’t today just walk into a job anywhere and tell them that you wanted an apprenticeship. It doesn’t work like that anymore.

This trip to Light Alloys was to set me up for the rest of my life, almost! As an apprentice back then, you had to spend time in all the company departments..   Some of the departments at Light Alloys were the Foundry the Machine Shop, the  Tool Room and the Drafting Room.

I can’t remember how big the company was as it had numerous buildings on its grounds. There was one building that housed a foundry. The foundry is where they melt down aluminium then pour it into moulds. The moulds were made of cast sand.

Then there was the Tool Room which also had its own building This was where the cast iron dies were made to also pour in white-hot aluminium

But, I started off in the Machine shop.  This was where all the aluminium castings were machined The first week I worked with a bloke named  Tim. He started to show me the way to set up the milling machine for different jobs… as the week wore on, I became ill l had never felt like it before. I had, for the first time in my life caught the flu. I was so sick that  I  had to take the second week of my new job, of off work.

During my time in the machine shop, I was put to work with different machine operators and landed up working with basically all the machine operators throughout the very large machine shop.

One of the machine operators was a bloke they called Ginger Barr.  Ginger or Bert his real name was a real character. and I absolutely loved working with him.

One day  I just happened to call Bert an old fart.  So he says to me

“’ ow fucking old do you fink I am? “

I said “don’t know Ginger. ”

He says “I’m twenty fucking seven.” Which made him 10 years older than me, which is not such a big spread in years.  So I  made a mental note not to call him an Old Fart anymore.

Ginger was always telling stories, usually about somebody else. One was about a bloke that worked at Light Alloys they called Chopper. He evidently got that name because he was hung like a horse. Ginger said that he said to Chopper one day.

“Having a big cock like that must get you lots of women.”

Chopper told Ginger that the opposite was the case. Because he said that he would lose more cunt over having a big cock because he couldn’t get it in.  So Ginger says to him,

“You can give me some of it, I could do with a bit more. I’d like to surprise the Misses.”

In the machine shop, they put me to work on a lathe, I had to spend some time turning down and polishing up the faces of these aluminium parts. so when I had done about half a dozen I took them over to the inspector for his approval.

He looked at them and said

” Bryan these are the best parts I have ever seen! but they are no fucking good! ”

So I said what’s wrong with them?  He said that if I send them to the Customer he’ll send thousands of the ones we have sent them already, back to us  With a note saying I want the others machined exactly the same way!

After the 6 month stint in the machine shop, I was sent to the tool room which I really liked. I liked it so much that I asked the Company if I could become a Tool and Die maker instead of a Draftsman.  So there it was A Tool and Die maker from here to the day retired in 2010.

What a ride it was going to turn out to be.

At Light Alloys I worked in the tool room mainly with Ron another apprentice and two tools and die, makers, Hoppy and Scotty. What a foursome that we turned out to be.

We were always fucking around, work was fun. One day Hoppy comes to me while I was working on a surface grinder. He say’s

“ Bryan, Let’s get Ron on the penny and the funnel trick. “  So I says

What’s that? “

Hoppy says” you don’t know “

I said

“ No” so he says.

“ Let’s go to the corner of the tool room by the stockroom. “

When we get there, Dick the Old  Stock Room attendant had a funnel down the front of his trousers. He also had a penny on his forehead and was trying to lob the penny into the funnel. There was a crowd of guys all hanging around watching. So I says

” Shit that’s fucking easy Dick.”

With that, I grabbed the funnel stuck it down my belt put the penny on my forehead and proceeded to lob the penny from my forehead into the funnel. The crowd said “Fuck me Bryan anybody can do it that way. To do it properly you have to lean right back !”

So I grabbed the penny again. (Which at the time was the big penny. )  I put the penny on my forehead and leaned back I said

How’s this? Everybody said.

Beautiful .”

With that, Dick took a big mug of cold water and poured it into the funnel. All I felt was a lot of cold water in my underwear and work pants and all down my legs. At that, there was a great roar of laughter from everybody who was watching the action.

I can tell you that It took some time for the noise to die down.

Right away I thought, well I‘ll just have to get Ron.  So I went to the back end of the Toolroom. There I found Ron drilling holes on the Radial Drill. He had no idea of what had transpired. So I  got chatting with him. Then I said.

“Hey, Ron have you ever seen the penny and the Funnel trick? ”

Ron says” no”,

but he seemed reluctant to go to the stockroom area to see it. But finally, I convinced him to go down and watch Dick show him how it was done.

Well, when we got to the stock room area Dick was there to show him how it was done.  Ron was still hesitant to try it maybe he smelt a rat. So I said.

“Look, Ron, Dick is not doing it right ”

I took the funnel from Dick and put down the top of my trouser pants and then put the penny on my forehead, and  I said to Ron.

” You have to lean right back like this Ron!”

And as  I leant right back to show Ron the best way to do this trick.    Dick poured another large mug of cold water into the funnel which made my pants and underwear wetter than ever. Well, you could of have heard the laughter at Windsor Castle. The place went ballistic the guys were falling all over the place they were laughing so hard.

When Ron found out that it was my second Mug of cold water down my pants in half an hour. He didn’t stop laughing for the rest of the day.

Another event in the tool room at Light Alloys that I remember to this day. Was this. I was working with an older guy they called Wag. ( I don’t make these names up. ) Wag always worked on the same milling machine., and I was helping him. I said to Wag

I had seen a notice on the notice board concerning a   company Annual Cribbage Tournament. I said What was that all about. He said that cribbage was a card game. And he went on to say that he was the Company Cribbage Champion!

Also, he said he had been the Champion for many years. I said to him

“ Wag is Cribbage the same as Crib. Is that the same game?”

He told me, yes, but not to bother to enter because I would be wasting my time. I thought, Fuck you Wag. I went and found an entry form and filled it in.

For the cribbage tournament,  the games were to be played at lunchtime in the canteen. So here I was the Apprentice of 17 going up against hardened crib players. The games were to take place over a number of weeks in the lunchroom. There was a lot of crib players. that’s why the tournament was over a number of weeks.

Well here’s the scoop. I was taught to play crib ( Cribbage ) by Reggie Williams father Jim Williams. He taught all of his sons and me to play, we used to play all day every Saturday and Sunday. Reggie’s dad Jim learnt to play in the merchant navy he was an A1 plus player and if any of us boys beat him, it was a good day at the office.  Jim Williams showed boys us all the tricks and angles of cribbage. I learnt to play with his sons from the age of about 11. So I had about 6 years of every weekend playing crib.

I never let on to anybody at Light Alloys all this information. So, after  I just breezed through the early rounds.   The employees in the canteen at lunchtime realised that I was the real deal when it came to crib and I started to get a following after I won my first couple of games.

I never lost one game against all these old cribbage pros and over the weeks won all my games right through to the final.

Where low and behold I was in the final with Wag. I don’t think that Wag was any too pleased to be playing a 17-year-old in the final, but he had no choice.

Come the final day, we were in the Light Alloys lunchroom. The place was packed to see this cribbage final, the master against the rookie. The rules were best 2 out of three games.

There was a big crowd around our lunch table watching us intently.    I won the first game easily and in the second game, I got a lot of bad cards and nothing in the boxes. So that game was Wags. So it was one game each. It was all down to the last game.  You could have cut the tension in the air with a knife.

There we were in the last game Wag and me with one game each. You could have heard a pin drop.

It was towards the end of the last game and I was a few points from the end and had to peg out. because it was Wags first take, if you know how to play crib, you are at a very distinct disadvantage towards the end of a game if with only a few points to go your opponent has first taken of the points.

So, I knew that I had to peg out my points before Wags take, otherwise all was lost. Jim had taught us that in situations like this we always keep our lowest cards so that we can “ peg out “.

So that’s what I did. I hung on to my four lowest cards and put the two highest in Wags cribbage or box.   I led off with an Ace but Wag had an Ace to match, So he laid his Ace and pegged 2 points, but I had a third Ace which I laid on the table. That gave me 6 points. Being that I only need 5 points, I won.

The canteen went ballistic. I was a fucking hero! Wag was really pissed to lose but he took it well and shook my hand.

I got a trophy and five pounds for my efforts. After this tournament Wag respected me a lot more. Because I had beat his arse! and he knew it.

Another event that Wag and I were involved with was the annual bird draw. I say bird because they drew clock numbers every Christmas and you would if your clock number was drawn would get a chicken, goose, duck or turkey. Well, I was after telling Wag in the tool room one Christmas that I had won a turkey in the Christmas draw, and that I had won a bird every Christmas since I had been there.  With that Wag started to cry. I said to him “ Hey Wag what’s up?

” He then preceded to tell me that he had been at Light Alloys for 30 years and had never won a bird. I at my young age felt so sorry for him. I almost gave him mine but. I always took the birds from the draw to Kensal Rise at Earlsmead road where the Williams now lived. They had moved there from Kilburn Park Road. I gave the bird to Mrs Williams for putting up with me all year. She was always thankful to have the bird for Christmas. And I was always happy to give it to her.

I took day release, on a Wednesday, to North Paddington Technical College. I can’t say that I liked it much. But I had to do it as part of my apprenticeship. I hated doing all these tests of setting up pulleys and ropes figuring out the angles and the pound per pull and the like. And I was more than glad to see the end of that class

Bill Hayley was played a lot at Reggie Williams house on Earlsmead Road. in Kensal Green. Ted Williams one of Reggies older brothers would buy the 78 records. At that time I believe the cost of the 78rpm and change. was around 6 shillings and a few pennies

.Every weekend the very small sitting room with cream coloured walls was filled with cigarette smoke. there we would sit all weekend. There would be Jim Williams the father, The Williams sons. Albert, Ken, Ann, Reggie, Sid, . There was another son Leslie but he died in a tragic accident on Kilburn Park Road,

Lesli around 10 years of age was watching a road sweeper when he walked into a lamppost, lost his balance and fell under the brush of the road sweeper, which then swept him under the back wheels

In about the fall of 1958, Dad bought himself a Moped. It was a heavy type bicycle with a small motor on it. He kitted himself up and took off to 80 miles west of London, to Swindon. I guess that on a moped it would take about 4-5 hours to get there.

When dad got to Swindon he took a tour and decided that he liked it and left. And came back to 201 Carlton Vale. When he got back from Swindon that day. Mum Pauline and I welcomed him back to 201 Carlton Vale as a hero coming back from the first trip across the Atlantic!

Evidently, there were new council houses being built in Swindon but to get one you had to have a job there. So dad got himself a job in a factory in Swindon called Plessey’s. He had to live in a hut with half a dozen other guys in a camp on the edge of Swindon, in Stratton St. Margaret. They stayed there until they were allotted their council house from Swindon Council.

After about 6 long weeks dad was given a council house. 31 Buckland Close. Park North Swindon. So we moved there in the summer of 1959. That was a really hot summer. The terraced house was brand new and had a small front yard and a small back yard.

A few of the guys that dad worked with at Plessis and shared the hut with at Straton St. Margarets,  dad became life long friends with.

There was nothing behind us for many years. Only farmers’ fields which had in the summer loads and loads of blackberries. Which we used to pick and eat, and mum made lots of blackberry jam with.

 Dad got me a job at Plessey’s, I really hated it I was supposed to transfer my apprenticeship. But being at Plessey’s was nothing like Lightalloys. So one fine day I packed my bags got a bus to Swindon Station. There I boarded a train and went back to London. On arriving at Paddington Station I got on the Tube and went to Kensal Green where Reggie lived 43 Earlsmead Road.  There I stayed for the next two or three years.  

 I got a job on the North Circular Road at Smiths Clocks and Watches in the grinding dept. I liked it there. The Department was run by a plumpish red-headed nice Welsh bloke called Dave. he looked like a red-headed Friar Tuck from Robin Hood tales.

Having done grinding at Light Alloy’s tool room it was easy for me. I had the job of grinding things on a surface grinder, plus I learnt to use a centerless grinder there. I didn’t like using that machine much as you could get hurt if you loaded that machine wrong. I used to sweat blood doing some jobs on that grinder.

There is not too much to tell about Smiths.  Except, There was a football field in the middle of Smiths grounds. Evidently, there was an old air-raid shelter underneath the field somewhere. I never did see it.

Well, the Smith’s security guard on his rounds one day, discovered lots of used French Letters ( Condoms )on the ground in the air-raid shelter. So he staked out the air raid shelter and found an afternoon shift foreman and many different female workers were going into the shelter in their lunch breaks and getting it on in there.

It was discovered that the women that the foreman got it on with were given the best piece work jobs and hence more money in their pay packet.

But on the other hand, the foreman got and had an endless supply of pussy. The dirty filthy lucky bastard!

So, the Company,  couldn’t fire all the women there were evidently too many.  The dirty filthy lucky bastard! So they took the easy road, they fired the foreman.

I quit Smith’s and went to Dictaphone in East Acton I left for more money. There I  got a job working on a small Capstan Hardinger lathe.  The Company at that time made a dictating machine and we made the parts to go in it. The parts were on the small size but I was o.k. with that.

I was one of the few males working in a small production shop. There were plenty of females who seemed to be constantly bitching about one another. I never took sides I just listened to what they had to say.

After I had been there for a while, some of the women relaxed and started to tell me their most intimate secrets.  One woman, in particular, Doris a well-dressed and nicely made up 30-year-old lady, would tell me when she had sex.  She would say stuff to me like.

“ He did it to me last night .”

” I said how did it go?.”

“Well, as he was doing it, I was looking at the bedroom wall and thinking that we need new wallpaper.” And that we need to paint the room. There are even some cobwebs in one of the corners of the room.”

So I said to Doris,”  Does he know that when he’s” doing you” that you have no interest what so ever? She replied, “ I guess not!”

So just being me I said to her.  Doris, I noticed that the setter on the lathes on the night shift seem to talk to you a lot in the morning as he is leaving. I think that he likes you .”

“ You mean  Denis,  Yes I think that you are right! ‘

“ Would you let him bang you ?”

“I don’t know about that, “

“ But Doris your just a young lady, women need sex just the same as men Isn’t that Right?

“ Supposedly so.”

Another time I’m talking to Doris,” What do think about Phil the inspector. I think that he has a crush on you”

“ I think so too he’s always coming over here and bothering me.

Me…. “ if you let him bang you it would properly be better than watching spiders on the ceiling making cobwebs. “

Doris “ You are properly right! “

I had lots of conversations with a lot of female machine operators. usually about sex. A young Irish girl who had above normal size breasts talked to me a lot.  But for the life of me, I canny remember what she talked to me about.  She had red hair but I don’t know if it was natural or not. but I liked to watch her tits jiggle as she talked because she would wave her arms around a lot, and away they would jiggle.

After I had been at Dictaphone a short while I volunteered for the night shift.

While I was on night shift I was nosing about the foreman’s desk I found a letter from the office to Len the foreman. It concerned me. Saying that my production was not where it was supposed to be.

Was I ever pissed off at my self? Right away my numbers went up. I knew what the problem was. They guys on nights were only a small crew and on our lunchtimes, we used to sit in the inspection office and play cards for at least two hours. So I knocked that on the head. and gave more to my production numbers. I did not want to lose my job.

I used to check Lens desk on a regular basis. I never found another note pertaining to me. I never told anybody there about the note, why spread bad things about yourself.

One Monday a notice went up with regards to the annual trip to the coast. Which evidently this year was Southend.  I found out that most people working at Dictaphone were going, so I put my name down to go.

There was another Brian working at Dictaphone. He worked across the aisle on the automatic lathes. Brian was 21. When his machines were all running he would come over and talk to the women  and to me

I hadn’t been at Dictaphone too long when they had a collection for Brian as he was getting married.

Came the Saturday the day of the trip to Southend. The weather was glorious.  I took the tube from Kensal Green to Willesden Junction and then I caught the bus outside the station to arrive at the Dictaphone plant two bus stops later.. The two coaches were there already when I got there. .

Women were all loaded into one coach and men into the other. I was thinking this is not right, men in one coach women in the other. I voiced my thoughts to Brian who was going on the trip. He said “ don’t worry  Bry, I bet yer  Thing will change.

Sure enough, they did but not till the end of the day. Once the coaches were filled and everybody was aboard. They left Dictaphone and headed out on their way to Southend.

So, about 5 miles outside of London the coaches pulled over to the side of the road. Everybody got out to stretch their legs. The beer was broken out from the coach underbelly and bags of chips and sandwiches were floated about after a short stop we loaded back up into the coaches and we were on our way. When we got to Southend, the coaches dropped us all out on the front of the promenade just by the amusement park.

  The men had agreed that we would not be hitting on any women until 6.0pm when we would be loaded back up into the buses, ready to go to the pub, which was halfway back to London. There was to be a dinner and dance, which was the last stop of our itinerary for the day.

So we had had a great day, playing on the amusements and eating greasy food and, in general, having a great old time. In and out of this pub, that pub,….. the weather held which was great. Come 6 o’clock we all met up where the coaches had dropped us off earlier in the day.

By now most of us were half in the bag and some men got in the women’s coach and vice versa. The coaches left Southend and after about half an hour on the road back to London, they pulled into a pub parking lot.

 It was a nice Tudor style place pub, very nice inside with a couple of bars a small stage and a  dance floor. We all went in and sat around in tables and chairs set up around the dance floor, where served us a nice meal.  Once that was done they cleared the tables so we could get some dancing done.

Shortly thereafter the band started up. By now couples were pairing off. I had hit on a good looking chick from the office. Muriel was her name she was 19- 20 ish.  I found her to be a very attractive girl with awesome legs and hips.. I was getting along great with her. I had spoken to her a few times at work, she worked in the office and I  was out in the plant.

When we got to dancing she especially seemed to like the slow ones, she just seemed to melt into my arms. While I was enjoying my time with her, I was watching the action around me.  The two guys, one from inspection and Denis from nights, and Phil from inspection. were both drooling over Doris at her table.

The next time that I looked over Doris’s way she was gone and so was Denis.

I noticed that Phil was now over at another table. Chatting up some office birds.

Quite a bit later I noticed that Doris and Denis had discreetly returned.  Then as I was dancing with Muriel I noticed that Phil was at Doris’s table whispering sweet nothings in her ear. A dance later I looked over again and, they were both gone.

So, Doris was double-dipping. The dirty filthy lucky bitch!

I now started to settle in with Muriel, she had asked if I would like to go back to her place when we got back to London. I said yes, off  cause.  When the dance was over we all piled back into the two coaches and settled down.

So on the way back to London, both coaches had different occupants in them than what they had when we left Dictaphone first thing this morning.

Muriel and I were in a seat three rows from the back of the coach. Muriel being in the window seat. As we were on the road heading home. Nature was calling men especially wanted to pee. Then a large chamber pot was brought up the aisle and anybody who wanted to pee could.

I seem to remember the chamber pot from the bar counter. But there it was sitting on the bar just holding packages of Smiths Crisps. Obviously, somebody had the foresight to steal it so that it could be used on such an occasion as this.

Anyhow,  some drunken women were getting out men’s weapons and holding them steady while the bus bounced down the road and the men urinated into the chamber pot. The bus had to stop a couple of times to empty the chamber pot. After a while the bus quietened down, people were either sleeping or necking.

I was necking with Muriel when I happened to catch a reflection in the bus window of a couple on the back seat of the bus. I could not believe my eyes,  you just cannot make this shit up!.

There necking on the backseat was 21-year old Brian, the 3-week old newlywed kissing and groping with Marge from the production shop. Marge was almost 65 was short and dumpy. Wore her hair in tightish grey curls, had whiskers on her chin and rounded all this off with blue butterfly glasses.

I held my finger up to my lips at Muriel and pointed to the reflections in the bus glass. She nearly slipped off the bus seat and onto the bus floor trying to suppress her emotions.  We had to keep quiet, we did not want the two on the back seat that we had their number, this could go anywhere. We watched them for a few moments and got back to what we were doing.

Finally, we got back to the plant in the wee hours of Sunday morning. I can’t remember how we got back to Muriel’s place but we did.  We clambered into bed exhausted, it had been a long day. We just cuddled up and talked about Brian and Marge, and fell asleep.

Sex was for Sunday morning along with eggs and bacon that Muriel fixed up for us.  Even tho Muriel was only young she already had a divorce under her belt.

Muriel told me that I was a very good shagger. On hearing that I thought to myself. That,s what years of wanking will do for you. I was to think this many times over my early twenties.

Muriel was an extremely nice young lady.  Around my age, She was a very attractive girl with fabulous legs and hips. She was one of those that I let slip through my fingers, I guess that I was not ready to date steadily.  I know one thing she really liked me. We could have gone a long way together.

The following week post-Southend. Rumours were flowing throughout the plant, regarding Brian and Marge. They were palsy- wowsey at work. He would come over and offer her a fag and she him. ( back then everybody smoked ). While his automotive line was running, he would come across and say to her.

“ How’s it going darling  ?”

I was two machines from her so I could see and hear almost everything that was said and what was going on.

Rumours had it that she had a son older than him, also that he was seen going over to where she lived. I for one could only imagine what was going on.   I carried on seeing Muriel for some time when a fresh new face arrived on the scene at Dictaphone. Her name was Francis.

Francis was a very pretty girl and had big ones to boot.  I had a hard time trying to date her, as she had a boyfriend in the army. so it was a restricted relationship. But I know for one thing she liked her sex and so did I.

The trouble with Francis was. She lived at home. I was living at the Williams place in Kensal Green and I did not have at the time any form of transportation.  And I was certainly not going to take her back to William’s place for 4-5 males to be leering at her . and how was I going to get her in my shared bedroom, the house was never empty, unfortunately. So that was a no go. But the few encounters I had with her were great.

Francis claim to fame was. She and her army boyfriend were T.V.  contestants on “ The Sunday night at the London Palladium “

Francis slowly fell off the planet along with Muriel, and I moved on.

This how I came to get myself a scooter. As already stated. Reggie had a large family. With 5 brothers and one sister Anne. One of the brothers Sid had a red and white 1959 Lambretta scooter and got bored with it. So I took over the payments from him.

This a 1959 or thereabouts, Lambretta Li

Now I had wheels.  I tied in with other local scooter lovers and we would go to night clubs all over London and also drive down to the south coast on weekends.

Once I had the scooter the world was my oyster. I was able to travel around the different clubs and dance halls and the “ In “ Pubs, around London.

I used to go around with John Biggerstaff, he had a fancy high-end Vesper  G.S. scooter that was fitted out with chrome this and chrome that. It looked great and sounded even better. But it had one flaw, it was always breaking down.

 One of the places that we used to hang out in was a  pub near Battersea Power Station.   In this particular pub, there was always lots of girls that hung out there. Two, in particular, would always be together. One was Sue, and the other one was Brenda.

The Mods cult leaving for the coast

Every time I saw these girls I got good vibes from Brenda. She was a slim pretty girl with short blond hair.  Brenda and Sue would talk back slang together. Thinking that I could not understand. But I got the gist of most of what they said.  Most of it was about me and that Brenda really liked me. Well, I liked her, but I liked Sue better.

Anyhow, I never let on that I could follow their back slang crap. One night Brenda invited me over to the flat where  She lived with her grandparents and her older brother. The flat complexes were not too far from Battersea Power Station. I never did ask Brenda what happened to her parents and she never volunteered the information.

 Brenda was 21.  I was 19. Yes, your right. Brenda was older than me but what’s a couple of years when you want to get laid. Especially when you have only ever fucked one other girl. I went back to her place for the first time one night and she got me in bed with her.

After the sex, she told me that I was good at shagging. I didn’t let her know that I had been told this before by Muriel and that  I was quite proud of myself after years and years of wanking, that lots of wanking will make you a very good a shagger!

After I had been hanging out with Brenda for a while it was my birthday, we were all hanging out at the Battersea Pub. John Biggerstaff and some of our other scooter friends and Brenda’s friend Sue.

So Brenda tells me that she had a birthday present for me, but it was back at the flat. So Brenda, Sue and myself we went back to the flat about ten-ish. As usual, nobody was up, the grandparents were in bed.   So the three of us go into Brenda’s bedroom.

There was only a small light on, so in the semi-darkness, Brenda and Sue stripped off so I did the same. Once I was undressed they pulled me onto the bed.  Brenda said to me as she was giggling that this was my birthday present.

Well, was I ever happy about that, as out of the two of them I had always preferred Sue. Sue had biggish tits whereas Brenda was almost flat chested. So I had a great fucking night and a great end to my 20thbirthday,

As I write this I just realized that it’s my birthday tomorrow and I will be 80. so the affair with Brenda was 60 years ago. Wow! it seems just like yesterday.

Yes, I was seduced by an older woman even though she was only two years older, she was older. If she is still around today she would be almost 82. [Over my years of screwing girls – women I found myself attracted to the younger girl or woman!]

To this day she was and still is the only female that I had sex with that was older than me. I guess that could constitute  as some sort of record!

Brenda and I were at “It “regularly after that. I can’t remember how long I went out with Brenda. But Tom her brother would come home to the flat in the early hours of the mornings. He obviously knew that I was fucking Brenda but he didn’t seem to care.

I would sit there with him in the darkened flat, after fucking Brenda and talk to him about his banging a married woman, who had kids from three different blokes.

So, he didn’t seem to care how many kids she had as long as he was getting laid. All he wanted to tell me about was banging his girlfriend with three kids.

To my way of thinking it was a bit much.  I used to think that surely he can find a single girl with no kids or maybe only one. But, each to his own. That’s basically all I can remember about that little romance.

Except that I rarely saw the flat in anything but subdued light. We always crept around in the early morning in almost total darkness in case we work up Brenda’s Grandparents, and I come to think of it, never met them. .And I never did get it back on with Sue.  But I think that if I had hung out much more with Brenda. Sue and I could have become an item. Who knows? maybe I could of have had Sue and now and again have Brenda on the side.

 I was driving home from Brenda’s after my nightly bunk up. It was around 3 a.m. and I was pulled over on my scooter by an unmarked police car.It had four plainclothes cops. They were from the “Flying Squad “ . They asked me if I knew how fast I was going. I said no.

They could not believe that I was doing over 65 miles per hour on a scooter. They asked what kind of scooter it was. I said “a Lambretta. “ They asked me where I had been and where I was going. So I told them. I was at my girlfriend’s place and was on the way home. One cop said was it worth it staying out so late. I told him that it was.

They had a good laugh and told me to slow down and drive carefully. I said that I would, drove up the road at 30 miles per hour.

When they were out of sight I opened her back up to 65 miles per hour and continued on my way home. Maybe I should explain that Brenda lived on one side of London and me on the other. I guess the trip would take about 40 – 45 minutes. What one would do for some nooky.

There was a crowd of us who had scooters. We all used to meet up at different night clubs and dance halls. There we would plan the upcoming weekend.  We called ourselves “ Mods,” “.At the dance halls, we would plan where to meet, and go as a crowd down to the coast.

We use to go mainly to the south coast on the summer weekends. Bournemouth 100 miles Brighton about 70 miles and Southend on the Thames estuary. Don’t know how far that was.

Once when we were in Bournemouth we were driving around when my friend John Biggerstaff broke down. He was driving his fancy chromed up Vesper G.S. scooter with a passenger on the back. We had to get back to London one way or another. So we found a piece of rope no more than eight feet long.

I tied it to the chrome carrier on the back of my scooter and he tied the other end around his handlebars. Then I towed him and his passenger all the way back to Kensal  Green in London. We bombed along all the way back at 65 miles an hour.

We were fearless in those days, no crash helmets to boot. Even the Rockers on motorbikes were not that stupid they all wore crash helmets. A lot of use Mods used to wear a French-style beret tilted at the front just over our eyes. That was the Kool way to wear them

 At this time there were guys that drove around on motorbikes as I just mentioned, they were called “ Rockers “. They all had longish greasy hair Elvis style with the hair they wore leather jackets and leather boots. If we met up with them there was usually a fistfight. We hated them and they hated us.

We always considered them dirty and scruffy. They were the complete opposite to us. Mods considered themselves smart. We had short haircuts, “Perry Como” style. We would wear tailored suits. Fake crocodile skin pointed shoes called Winklepickers. which I, ve talked about.

 We went around with the same group of Mod girls, which we protected as if they were our own.  They too, like us, had their own Mod style of dress code.  If anybody gave them a hard time at a dance hall or club we were there for them, they were family.

Here,s the thing until I got screwed by Muriel  I had never had a girlfriend!

I was extremely shy, but that now, that was going was going to change in a heartbeat.

On Saturday night John Biggerstaff and I  were at a dance hall on the River Thames London. Called “Q “Boathouse.

I started to have a few dances with this pretty well built attractive girl. As the night wore on we were having slow really uptight dances. We were getting on so well that I asked if I could take her home. She was happy that I had asked her, but she told me that after the dance she was going to a party. So I asked her who’s the party it was.

She told me and I was happy that I knew the guys running the party. They were good friends of Reggie‘s brother Sid. So, I got myself an invite by giving the guy running the party a quid. Then I told her that I had got myself an invite to the party and I would see her there,  she said good, she would see me there. as she already had got herself a ride along with her friend. 

The party was at a café on the Harrow Road, Kensal Green just around the corner from Reggie’s place I got John Biggerstaff an invite to the party also. So, when we arrived at the café on our scooters we could hear the music going from outside so we went in and couples were dancing already.  John and I met some guys who we hadn’t seen for some time, and we got chatting with them.  So here’s the story about the cafe.

 It seemed that Len a middle-aged guy who owned the cafe had recently lost his wife to cancer. So the guys helped him to run the café. Especially on the weekends. They would help with the cleaning. Washing of the dishes serving the customers etc. in return Len would let them have a little party at the cafe on the odd Saturday night.

 After a bit, I realised I hadn’t seen the girl from the Q Boathouse dance hall. So I started to look for her. Something caught my eye. I saw a pair of high heels sliding along the cafe floor. Something told me to investigate; the heels had vanished through a door so I went over to the door there was a staircase leading to the second floor.

Laid out at the bottom of the staircase there was the girl from the Q dance hall. She was dead drunk. A guy called Bunny had her head and shoulders and a fellow named Sid had her legs. They both said to me . “ grab a leg, Bry”. I realised right away what was going on. It was going to be nooky time. So I grabbed a leg, and we hauled her upstairs and into a bedroom., where we laid her out.

Bunny said, “I’m first.” So we left him, closed the bedroom door and waited for our turn on the stairs. After half an hour out came Bunny shirt in hand he was soaking wet. All Bunny said was I put it in and she puked all over me. Sid said I don’t give a fuck it’s my turn. So in he goes, after a bit, he comes out and it’s my turn, in I go.

  Well, there she was in all her glory laid out on her back, naked on the bed.  Not moving a muscle.  Bunny or Sid had put her pink knickers over her head like some sort of skull cap.  I can still picture it now with the leg holes over her ears.

The smell of puke was stifling. , I stayed for a bit. “ but it did not do it for me”, and decided that it was going to be a Nooky less night. This was not for me. I want the girl to know what’s going on not like this. As I left the bedroom there was a line of the guys going down the stairs.

  I went back down to the café and went and sat with a ginger-haired guy called Ted Canealy. So I said to Ted, “ how come you’re not going to have a turn. He says to me “we had her over Wormwood Scrubs Park last week, she gets tired after about eight of us. After hearing this I was glad that I had not touched her. She was the local bike and one never knows what one could get from her!

In our late teens,  there is another event that I can touch on. One evening Reggie and I and three other friends were at the Odeon Theatre at Kensal Rise.  While we watching the movies we met up with i two local girls who were sitting in seats near us.  One of these girls  lived  around the corner from Reggie so from this meeting at the Odeon  we  became friends with the   girls  and would occasionally hang out with them

 One of the girls had her bedroom in the front room of her parents’ house. Sometimes her friend would stay over with her on a Friday or Saturday night. So, when all was quiet, around 11 o’clock, She would open up the bedroom window and let us in. 

 So there would be the two girls and up to five guys on the double bed. But after a while, things got more organised. there would be only a couple of boys and the two girls, on the bed and the rest of the boys sitting around on chairs. Awaiting their turn. 

The boys on the bed got their cocks out and the girls proceeded to wank them off.  once they were done the boys waiting got on the bed for their turn.  It was one giant wank fest. The girls could not be persuaded to do anything else but, everybody there was serviced with a hand job, and we were happy at that. They were fun nights.

This event would occur every so often. It was like going to the barbers. Boys sitting around waiting. There was no noise, no fucking around. The bedroom was quiet because if there was any noise they would lose out on a hand job If the girl’s parents were to hear us. Luckily for us, we were never caught because we keep quiet, and we kept this little event to ourselves. Only those in the bedroom knew about it, and it was kept in a  low profile.  Nobody let the cat out of the bag while spoiling a good thing.

Chapter 19: Preston Ontario Canada

After Gill and the two kids went back to England  I carried on living in Orton. Until I decided to sell and move into Cambridge onto Westminster in the part of Cambridge known as Preston. I had rented the top half of an older two-story house. The lady that owned it lived on the first floor. The access to my place was at the back of the house up some wooden stairs. it was a small apartment a one-bedroom with a small kitchen and bathroom with a small sitting room. But it suited me fine.  I was able to get to work in less than 5 minutes  I had got rid of the dogs.  To be honest I didn’t miss them at all. It was like taking a heavyweight off my shoulders.

As I said I had rented the top half of an older two-story house.  the only scary thing was this. The door going down to the main floor I kept locked, but on many occasion, the landlady would come up the stairs and knock on the door. I would open it and there she was in all her glory standing there in a see-through yellow neglige and yellow bloomers to match.  A short dumpy woman of 65 wanting something, or wanting to tell me something.

Well, I know what she really wanted. Me ! in a nutshell. but she was getting none of me.  No way! and I always made sure that my rent was up to date.  Eventually one evening she introduced me to her new boyfriend. A skinny weaselly looking guy. He always wore this flat grey cheap toupee.

I  don’t know how old he was, but he was..old. Eventual he talked her into selling the house. and moving to Newfoundland where they bought a garage. So I had to move but within a year or so they were back in Cambridge broke. the garage was a flop.

Back to Orton.  While I was living in Orton I befriended my neighbours an older married couple who lived across the way about 200 yards from my house. his name was Norris her name was Barb.  She was a local postmistress so beings as I was working afternoons, I would see her in the daytime. when she delivered the mail. So, one time she invited me to a get together at her house.  She and Norris were having a BBQ. so I went over. During the evening I asked her where the bathroom was. so she took me upstairs to show me. Me, I had a pee and went back downstairs. No big deal.

The next time I saw her at my mailbox she was very agitated I asked her what was wrong. She said that she can’t stop and talk. She said Norris accused her of having an affair with me. I can assure the reader that nothing was further from the truth. She was a very nice lady very pleasant but she was at least 30 years older than me.

About a year later after I had been living in Preston on Westminster Street for quite some time. I was at work one day at Butlers. When Gordy Moffit a good friend from the maintenance department, hunted me down in the plant. where I was trying to fix a die in a press. Gordy said.

“Hey Bryan there is a guy looking for you, he’s sitting in a car by the maintenance door.”

So I went to the car by the door. ( At that time there was no fence around the Butler property.)   Where low and behold sitting behind the steering wheel was Norris from Orton. So I was thinking why is he here it. It’s almost an hour drive to Orton.

” Hi, Norris what’s going on?” I say.

So  Norris looking straight ahead with a glazed look in his eye says to me.

“I know that you were having an affair with my wife! I just want you to put  it down in writing.”

“So, I’m thinking he’s fucking crazy. why would a 35-year-old man want to fuck a 65-year-old lady So being a troubleshooter I was thinking fast. so I said OK Norris I’ll just go and get some paper and a pen He’s still sitting there staring ahead looking tho’ the windshield.

So I went into the plant up the stairs to the tool room office.  and I saw my boss Wib Wilkins. there I told what was going on. I said to Wib

This crazy fucker could have a shotgun with him he’s loony fucking Tunes Wib.  Wib was laughing as he picked up the phone. In less than 5 minutes there were two cop cars on the Butler Property. There were two cops and they came inside the plant. They came upstairs and spoke to Wib and me. They then went downstairs got in the two cruisers one drove in the front of Norris’s car and the other parked behind. They then got out spoke to Norris and asked for I.D. and they looked in the car and got him to open the trunk. thank god there were no guns. they then escorted him of the Butler property.

I never saw Norris again.

My boss in the tool room Wib Wilkins gave us the tool and die, makers, more overtime than anything or anybody else.  Countless times Wib would be working with us on a new die, in the production press shop. just trying out the die or dies we would clamp the die or dies together in one of the press shop presses.

Wib would say when we were ready to try out.bring down the press another quarter oh an inch. We would then put in a blank and hit it that would not be any good. Wib would say bring it down another quarter of an inch Another eight of an inch. yea you have the idea. this process would be followed until Wib was happy. down a quarter an eighth and so on, Until all of a sudden, there would be a fucking big Crunch

all the parts from the previous operations that were in the dies. were all fucked in one go. Wib would tell the die setters to pull the dies and take them to the tool room.  Where we would have to do reconstructive surgery on them. Wib would  then ask

“Can you guys work overtime on them. we need the parts to go down to G.M. first thing in the morning!”

T his event was not just a one-off. It happened on numerous  occasions

.If you speak to anyone who worked at Butlers they will tell you that it was the place to work. it was a fun place to work.

The next segments are just short one-offs of what went on at Butlers over the years.

So I’m going to give it a shot. How it is going to work out I have no idea.

We had one guy turn up for work one morning and as he was changing his shoes to his safety boots he claimed that he was bitten by a spider. So they sent him to the hospital. where the doctor asked him what kind of spider it was. They showed him pictures of spiders and he pointed to a Black Widow Spider. so they treated him and sent him home.

The next morning at work they didn’t know whether they should write out an accident report on the spider or whether they should write him up for fucking around. They wrote up an accident report.

One morning I went into work. My bench which was in the corner of the tool room. So I sat down on my chair kicked of my runners, my safety boots were laying on the floor where I had left them lying from the night before. Well, I put on my left boot. tried to put on my right boot, but it was too tight so I had to kick it off so I could loosen up the laces. The boot fell on its side and from out of the boot ran a scruffy big baby rat. Well, I jumped up,  anybody nearby who saw this happen just howled with laughter. So after that, I kept my safety boots in my bench draw.


After a couple of years at Butlers, I was talked into running for president of the local Butler Union. UAW1780. And I won nobody was more shocked than me, I can tell you.

Back then in the late ’70s, the UAW was crying about the lack of tariff not being put on Japanese cars. So I had to go to Cambridge City Council and a plea for tariffs to be placed on Japanese cars.I forgot could they please help. That night I was waiting for my turn to speak. This was being televised on Local cable T.V.

Well! another speaker that was scheduled to speak was the president of the manufacture of a local part from Kitchener. A guy by the name of Huge Sloan.

So in case you never recognize the Name. Here’s the scope. Huge Sloan was one of the key figures in the Watergate Scandal. Huge Sloan did not want to have anything to do with the re-election of Nixon. So he came up to Canada and was put in charge of Budds of Kitchener. and he turned Budd’s fortunes around.

I was speaking to him prior to us going up in front of the Cambridge City Council. he seemed to be a very nice man. I would say that he put a better case than I did to the Cambridge Council.

There was when we had a new job on the property a period of 10 days so that everybody was familiar with the part that we were making. Well, the 10 days training usually turned out to be 2 hours and that was it.

The operators would be told that’s all the time that we have. We need to get the parts to the customer. So so much for training.

In the Toolroom at Butlers, there was an English guy. Rick Burgess who was like me a tool and die, maker. His girlfriend worked at Kitchener Hospital on King Street in Kitchener. So they set me up with a blind date with this girl named Peggy Crawford. So we hit it off right away. and eventually, we got married.

After a time in our relationship, Peggy decided to change careers and instead of working at the hospital, she went back to school at Macmaster in Hamilton. She wanted to be an accountant like her father Jim.  Jim was a CA and Peggy wanted to be an IRA accountant.

I guess it was around this time in our relationship we were out driving one Sunday and came upon this model home in the Galt area of Cambridge. When I saw the plans of the houses being built the was a really large lot that I liked. It was 250 feet deep. So we left a deposit of $500.00 and low and behold in no time at all we were watching the house being built and the what seemed like a few minutes we were moving in, to 16 Byton Lane which was on the back end of Galt just of off St Andrews Street.

The house was a raised bungalow, it fitted nicely into that property. Well, Peggy had to go to classes twice a week to Mac Master and the other nights she was studying. So I was telling a friend at Butlers Denis Beddard, that it was boring sitting at home while Peggy was studying, so Denis said Look I work out at the ” Y ” why don’t you come down and try it out. So after a bit of nagging, I went to the ” Y ” and liked it. That was in 1984, after about a year at classes  Denis and another guy an Englishman named Len Tudor. They talked me into [playing racket ball.

So it was arranged that I play Len. well, he had me chasing the ball all over the court.  I was ill for about 4 days after that. But slowly my wind improved when I played. And after about 9 months I played Len for the top of the ladder and I won. after that it put me on top of the ‘ C ” ladder. So I went over to the bottom of the ” B ” ladder and started to work my way up. we had a Raquette ball tourney meant and I won the ” B ” ladder.

So I discovered that they had a racquetball Ball league at the Kitchener  ” Y ”


Chapter 21: Pat

So after Peggy, I was on my own for 11 years. Did I ever get lonely not that I can recall we sold the house on Byton Lane and I moved to The Glen on Salisbury Avenue I originally wanted a three-bedroom condo, but the only one available was a 4 bedroom condo in The Glenn complex  I was not too worried as I at the time considered it an investment? this turned out to be wrong, as when I did come to sell the housing market was in a real slump.

And I landed up selling the unit for twenty grand less than when I bought it. Plus I had for 10 years been paying off the mortgage.

Post Peggy. The first girl that I went out with was Heather. I used to like to hang out at the Kiwi Pub., in downtown Galt. I was in there one weekend night. The place was packed so I sat at a table with a woman that I knew from somewhere, can’t remember where. But she had a woman sitting with her, a friend of hers her name was Heather. Well, it turned out that Heather was from Toronto and was visiting for the weekend. So I shoehorned my way in for the evening. It turned out that Heather was a single mom so towards the end of the evening we arranged for me to go down and see her the following weekend. 

I had just recently bought a silver Mazda Presidia it was a small car with a V6 engine in it. That baby could fly. When I went to pick it up at the dealership they brought it out to the front at the dealership, everybody came out from the showroom and had a look at it.

I treated that baby like it was a baby. regular oil changes synthetic oil. Washed it once a week. I was devastated when I got T- Boned by a GM Firebird. The car was a write-off. I got $555.55 for it.

 Back to Heather. So I went down to Toronto and met up with Heather. We hit it off so. I did that for about a year I would guess. Then Heather decided to move, yes she moved to Cambridge of all places. So Heather bought a house on Nutcracker Drive in Cambridge. Almost as soon as Heather was in Cambridge The wheels started to fall off of the cart. With Heather living in Cambridge, it was not the same as her living in Toronto.and after a while I stopped going over to see her.

We could have got together permanently but it was not for me. She had a younger son and an older daughter, Melisa who was in her late teens. We got along really well. I could foresee trouble down the road   I thought that’s all I need.  Time to move on.   

Over the years sometimes something inside of me tells me to move on……So I do!

At the Cambridge old Y, there was a couple that I chummed around with. Stu and Michelle well they had a friend  Pat who was from the islands Trinidad and Tobago.

So we all hung out together during this period of time Stu and his girlfriend and Pat and I. Eventually, they got married and they moved on.  So that left just Pat and me.  after some time even that relationship fell off the rails. It was the beginning of the end when one weekday night I had to show her how to operate the microwave I spent at least an hour a night for a week showing her. At the end of that time, I realized that she had no Math skills, so, thereby making it hard to get by day by day.

What Pat lacked in microwave skills she made up for in the blow job department. She loved doing it  and I was not going to complain,  no not at all

Pat had a sister in the banking world, Pat’s sister came to Canada with her mother, therefore missing no school. I found out that Pat was left in Trinidad and Tobago by her mother from the age of 6 until she was 12 when her mother sent for her. So what happened to her in the 6 years she was left behind is anybody’s guess. But they were important years when it comes to education, which she will or never did get back.

I got the gist of what happened to her, Nothing. She was allowed to play every day with no schooling

 When I met Pat she had a job here in Cambridge but was fired, it was a job that called for simple math, so there you go. I spent a few years with Pat because she was fun to be with, and nobody had a bigger heart the Pat. Nobody. But eventually, I moved on……………………………..



Chapter 18: Butler Metals

I guess I should speak here to the supervisor of the tool room from when I was hired on and for many years afterwards  Wib Wilkins, the tool room foreman was well respected especially by the tool and die makers and also by management.  When I started at Butlers, Wib was about 40 years of age. Wib was a big fella over six foot tall. Hence the nickname that he had ” The Moose”.

The Moose was a no-nonsense type of guy. Even tho’ he was pretty intelligent he did not always make the smartest moves. Also, he was not beyond giving you shit. Having said that, once he had blasted you he was quite likely to take you to the cafeteria and buy you a coffee.

At one time a surgeon told Wib that he wanted to remove one of Wibs arms. I guess  Wib told him ” Go fuck yourself’ because he still has two arms.

There were many other caricatures at Butlers I’m going to write the lowdown on some of them.

One of the in-plant union Reps was a fellow called Ozzie Osborn His first name was Barkley but he went by the name of Ozzie. For many years he planted chairman. Which means that he was the main union man within the plant. Hence his title was Plant Chairman…

A short while after I was elected President of the local UAW 1780. Ozzie and I were one Friday morning heading up to the Union Camp at Port  Elgin for the weekend.  I had never been there before and as a new Local President, it was to be my first trip to the UAW Port Elgin union camp. which at that time was under the name UAW.

So as Ozzie had been to Port Elgin many times before, we took his car, with him driving. after we had been driving for about 2 hours, I started to notice places that I had been to before.  The only problem being they were in Kitchener. which is the city adjacent to Cambridge. So I said to Ozzie,

“Ozzie, we have been driving for two hours and I know where I am .! Pull the fucking car over at that garage Which he did and I went in and bought a map of Ontario. I went back to the car and said.

” Ozzie we are in fucking Kitchener and after 2 hours of driving about 5 kilometres from where we started. “So move the fuck over, I’m driving. So he moved over and I slid behind the steering wheel. This time we got to Port Elgin in about two hours or so and Ozzie was quite happy to sit in the passengers’ seat drinking beer and tossing the empties out of the car window into the ditch as we went along. I said to Ozzie if we come here again I’m driving.”

So the second time we went to the UAW Camp at Port Elgin.  once we got there  on Friday,  we found out that  weekend was set up to learn Labour laws and to learn about  Health and Safety  in the Work Place

. So over the weekend, there were relevant classes to go to.  That evening after supper we sat in the bar and shot the breeze. On Saturday we went to various classes. and Saturday night we had a meal and then we all sat in the bar discussing union problems. I went to bed about eleven leaving Ozzie drinking in the bar.    I awoke Sunday morning with no Ozzie in the room. I hunted for him high and low, no Ozzie anywhere. Eventually, I had to leave and return home.

When I got home  I called Ozzie’s house. His wife answered and I asked if Ozzie was there. So she put him on the line. I could not find out how on earth he got back home. But I was glad that he was.

Sometime later I got to the bottom of it. Ozzie, totally drunk, had landed upon the  Port Elgin Beach at 3.a.m. where he was picked up by the police and put in a cell. They phoned his wife who had to drive up to Port Elgin and pick him up and take him home.

One time in Toronto, the union had a convention in a large well-known Hotel. there. So there were various members of local UAW 1780 at the convention. The Local 1780 skilled trades union Rep was in his hotel room when there was a knock on the door. He opens the door and there is Ozzie. So Ozzie walks into the room walks up to the bed, drops his pants. Parks his arse almost in the centre of the bed, and then proceeds to drag his arse across the bedsheet. Leaving a big brown skid mark across the bedsheet. With that, he pulls up his pants and leaves the room. Leaving the stunned Skilled Trades rep. wondering what he was going to tell the woman who makes up the bed.

There was the weird case of one of the production workers on the afternoon shift at Butler Metals. After his shift had finished in the early hours of the morning, he would, on the way home stop by peoples front yards and steal their garden ornaments. These being gnomes frogs and whatever else he could lift.

This continued on until he had 750 ornaments. At that time he had to rent storage space to store them all.

Then came the day that he decided to have a yard sale and had everything laid out in front of his house.  The yard sale was going fine until a fellow cries out.

” That’s my fucking lawnmower !”

And with that, he called the police.

Yes, it had been lifted from his garden.

We had a fellow, Manny in the tool room the would put a cut on the machine and lean his arse against a bar stool and then standing there with arms folded he would nod off.

Well, one afternoon after work. A lot of the employees would head to Kitchener by starting of down Eagle Street towards King Street, then turning right onto hwy eight towards Kitchener.

This particular afternoon,  after the plant had finished working the people that lived in Kitchener left the plant and drove down Eagle Street.  but at the junction of King and Eagle, the traffic was backed up some way back up Eagle Street. On people getting out of their vehicles and investigating they discovered Manny sitting at the lights at King Street, fast asleep behind the steering wheel of his car.

Another guy in the tool room who has to remain anonymous so we’ll call him Fred. Fred had a 26-year-old girlfriend who so happened to work with his wife. Fred at this time was in his early 50’s. So one evening Fred was in his girlfriends’ house banging her. When her father turned up and came up to her bedroom to see her.

Fred heard her father coming upstairs so he hid under the bed, narrowly avoided getting caught.

A few weeks later Fred was banging her again in her bedroom. But before he started he got her to phone her parents to find out where they were.  They were both happy to hear that her mother and father were up north at the family cottage. So he just started on the job there was a ring on the doorbell and he had to hide in the laundry room it was her brother’s fiancee she was calling to see if she wanted to go with her to the movies. She hesitated for a split second and then said no.

So, the girl smelt a rat and said

” What’s up do you have a man up there in your bedroom/?. “and then left.

So Fred said to his girlfriend call her and tell her that you will see her at the movie theatre he was thinking that this would enable him to get laid and then allow him to slip away..  So she arranged to see her friend at the movie theatre a bit later on.

Then after she and Fred had sex she talked Fred into going to the movies with her. Where she met her friend so, she introduced Fred to her friend as her boyfriend. This introduction got back to  Fred’s  daughter who told him in no uncertain terms

”  Dad  This has to stop! otherwise, I’ll tell Mom !”

So that put paid to Fred and his big romance.!

There was a good looking girl who worked in the engineering department at Butler Metals,  who could not read a tape measure or a dial vernier. I always figured that she was hired on because of her looks and along with looks she had a set of big ones. She was later down the road seen in a fogged-up car. In the back seat with a supervisor from Butlers. She would sometimes come up to me in a noisy environment. Knowing that I was completely deaf in my left ear.  this forced her to come and talk to me on my right side. Thereby caucusing her right boob to keep rubbing against my right arm. She didn’t seem to mind and I was not sure as hell going to complain.

One time I realised that she could not understand inches. feet and fractions. So I took her in the tool room office and, having previously rolled up my right sleeve. I then held a chart with fractions on it in my left hand.

I moved the index finger and my right arm, up and down the chart. my right arm rubbing up and down on her left breast.   This went on for five or ten minutes with no complaint from her.  She did not step back.  She just stood her ground and did not move back an inch.

When she finally left the tool room office I was left standing there with a big boner on. But the next day I saw her out in the yard measuring some storage racks and, you guessed it. somebody was holding and reading the tape measure for her.

All in all, Butlers was a really fun place to work. Even tho all these years since the plant has closed if I meet somebody who had worked there no matter who it is, they all say the same thing. Butler was a great place to work.

There was a wag in the tool room he liked to joke around,his name was  Martin. One day the safety truck pulled up in the Butler yard. So he went and bought himself a new pair of safety shoes.

He then cut one the sole of off one of his old safety shoes. and stuck it on the sole of another tool and die who was on the afternoon shift at the time,  who was wearing exactly the same shoe but a size smaller. Once it was glued on you could hardly notice the difference, except that with an added sole on one shoe it was a lot thicker.

Well, Phil the tool and die maker who’s safety shoe it was.  When he came into work and changed from his street shoes into his safety shoes, never noticed any difference. So he walked around the plant in these safety shoes for over two days . Half the plant knew what was going on, but nobody would tell Phil. Finally, an electrician Bill  Schults said to Phil

” Phil how come your limping ,

So Phil said you noticed that to . I’ve been limping for a couple of days I can’t figure it out.

So Bill says Phil it looks like you have one sole thicker than the other . So Bill checked out the safety shoe and sure enough, it was so.
Phil said to Bill I’m glad that you noticed that I was beginning to think that I was going to have to go to the hospital to have an operation!”

Phil was an avid golfer skier and photographer. all his equipment was always thrown into the trunk of his car so that he would be ready for action at a moments notice. Which was a fine idea, until one winter he went skiing at a local ski hill. when he was ready to go down the hill he found out that he had his skis one ski pole in one hand and a 7 iron in the other.

Another time whilst skiing in Europe he skied down the wrong side of a mountain and landed up having to get a hotel with no money and had to explain to the authorities how he got there.

Everything happened to Phil. One winter he parked his car in a snowstorm across the road from his apartment building.  When he went back to get it it was gone. At the end of the winter, he noticed his red car in a snowdrift. Where it had been ploughed under. Another time he phoned the police to report his car was missing from his parking garage Then he remembered he had left it in a garage to have winter tires put on.

Another time Phil got a phone call at Butlers  saying that he had left a tap running in his apartment and the water had gone down five floors and they were getting lots of calls from other tenants about the water

Back at Butlers, some Wag tied a bell under Phil’s tool cart so every time he moved his cart the bell would ring. Phil would then ask  anybody who would listen

“Hey, can you hear that ?” .Everybody who was asked would say

“Hear what, ?” because everybody was in on it.

So Phil pushed his tool cart around the plant for a couple of days until somebody told him that there was a bell under his cart.

Then all Phil could say, well how did that get there?

Hank from the tool room was getting married. So Hank asked Phil beings as he was a photographer if he would photograph the wedding.

So come the day of the wedding everybody did the usual posing all day long and into the night. After two weeks or so Hank kept on asking Phil where are the photos. This went on for another month or so. Finally, Phil bought the photos of the wedding. But being as Phil was an artsy type of person.  Phil had printed shots of a flower vase a ladies hat a shot of a table full of glasses. Hank went ballistic. So he had to ask anybody that had taken photos at the wedding to bring them in so he could copy them and put them in his wedding album.

The union   Plant Chairman Ozzie liked to drink. one time he pulled into the parking lot at the union office, A couple of us were in the parking lot at the time. Ozzie’s car had corn stalks hanging from the wheel arches and another spot on the car. we said Ozzie what the fuck happened here. Well, the evening before he had had a few too many drinks and was taking a bend in his car.  When it went off off the road into a cornfield.

Ozzie was not drunk enough to know that he had to keep driving in the cornfield until he could find a way out. because if he stayed where he was, he would be stuck there and would have to get a tow truck to get him out. And by doing that it would eat into his beer money. so, yes he kept driving around the cornfield until he could find a way out, knowing full well that if he stopped he was going to be in all sorts of trouble

We had a guy in the tool room. who loved to get you into a bear hug.  Which was fine until one day, he put a slim built maintenance man in one of his friendly bear hugs and cracked three of his ribs.  So, his bit of fun cost him, dear!







Chapter 20: Return to Canada

We arrived at Toronto International airport around 19th of May 1973.

Prior to this date. Gill and I decided that after being back in England for about 2 years or so we wanted to go back to North America. back to Canada not the States. So I replied to an Ad in the Daily Mirror. We went once again to London for the interview. The gentleman’s name that we saw was George. Soon as we met we hit it off. anyhow how he offered me a job in Etobicoke an area of Toronto

So here the thing when we flew back to England from Detroit we had very little money. But by staying with our parents and saving as much as possible we were able to buy a brand new brick house on the Nyth estate Swindon.

I bought the house for 4,465 pounds. Thirteen months I sold the house for 9400. pounds. Yes in just over a year the price of the house had doubled.

This time on our return to Canada instead of $73.oo We were able to return with around $16.000.oo.

We bought a Condo in Streetsville in Mississauga.

We did not stay there too long . as the units were bought and then rented out. We had people stripping down car engines and motorbike engines in the common grass area… so this time we bought a bungalow in Acton.

We bought a pedigree German Shepard from King City, just North of Toronto. But we had to return him because he had kennel Cough

From there we located a breeder in Mississauga, Tony and Jenifer Monk. This is where we got our first real show dog.  We called him Tojo. eventually bought a female from the same breeders.

Having two dogs put us in the German Shepard show world. So I guess that that was the summer of 1973 maybe 74. we drove all around Ontario entering Tojo in puppy shows. and he did quite well.

Now beings we were in the German Shepard show world we became members of the German Shepard Club of Canada and also the local German Shepard dog club of Ontario. Tojo did well at the shows with 25 ribbons from different shows, 20 for first place. One very big show in Barrie Ontario.  in the German Shepard class, Tojo won the best puppy. So in the next round, he was in the working class puppies representing German shepherds. With puppies from the likes of the Doberman to other working-class puppies.

I was in the show ring with Tojo. The judge really likes him, she told me so under her breath. But at the wrong moment, a yappy dog outside the show ring started yapping. This spooked Tojo, so much so that he would not let the judge lay her hands on him so she had no choice she gave him forth. So because of that yappy dog, we never won the best puppy in the working dog class. Which would have meant that he would have competed for best puppy in the show. or maybe a thousand or so dogs or more.


 On the 16th December 1973 Gill and I went to  I believe it was The  German Sheperd dog club of Ontario Christmas party. Well, we had, just previous to the party sold our house on Clair court Acton and moved to Orton. We had bought a  bungalow that needed some work on it. But it was on 2 a.cres of land because we wanted to get into the breeding of German Shepherds. It was a great party with lots of fun cool people there.  It was at this party that we met Tony and Monika Cond.

Come about 5.00 p.m. we had worked our way to the corner of the basement. here the hot and cold copper piping crisscrossed and then vanished up inside the corner of the house. To change all the plumbing over was a lot of work. so I said to Tony.

16th December 1973 Gill and I went to this German Sheperd dog club o the Ontario party. It was held in a members house and we all had a whale of a time. At the party, we met  Tony and Monika Cond. We thought that they were a riot We all played charades and it turned out to be a really great night.  


So after the party, we invited Tony and Monika to Orton for supper the following weekend. So that following Saturday night they drove up to Orton. When they arrived we showed them the two acres and told them the plans for the future of the place. After we had a meal and drunk lots of wine and we played charades and had a rare old time.

So the following weekend we were invited to their house in Etobicoke in Toronto . . One reason being Tony wanted help with changing iron water pipes over to copper in his basement. I said sure.  So the following weekend on Friday night we drove down from Orton to their house in Etobicoke.

So once we got their  Tony and I left Gill, Monika and our two kids, Martyn and Angela at the house and went down to the plumbing store to get all the copper tubing etc. So the first thing the next morning got a head start.  Working steadily all day Saturday,  so at about 5.00 p.m. we had worked our way to the corner of the basement. here the hot and cold copper piping crisscrossed and then vanished up inside the corner of the house. To change all the plumbing over was a lot of work. so I said to Tony.

” Why don’t we instead of crossing the copper piping over why don’t we just go straight to the corner with the hot and cold pipes and then change the taps hot to cold and cold to hot. He said that’s a great idea. So that’s we did.

Until later after supper when one of the women went to the bathroom and flushed the toilet. She let out a scream. saying.

” The toilet is flushing with hot water. So. the next morning we had to redo the plumbing. crossing the hot to hot and cold to cold.

  • Now, this part of what went on I have thought and thought about how I approach this and asked people that I respect and they all gave me the same answer.
  • “Bryan, It is what it is, it was what it was!”

I guess that it was the following Friday or Saturday. night We were back down in Toronto Etobicoke at Tony and Monika’s place.

It was after supper time my young son and daughter   Martyn and Angela were upstairs asleep in bed.  The four of us Gill, Tony, Monika and myself. we were playing charades. And getting drunker by the minute.

Being that it was wintertime there was lots of snow around. It may of have been snowing I canny remember but all of a sudden Tony and Gill and Monika had stripped off and were outside in the backyard. Mr Modest went out there to join them I had my underwear on. Those guys were starkers. so not wanting to stand out like a sore thumb I took of my underwear.

There we were playing like school kids snowballs cartwheels etc. But after a while, the cold began to get underneath the Winzertanz and we started to shiver. So we went back into the house and all four of us stood over the heating vent. Being as it was an older home, the floor heating vent was a large ornamental wrought iron grating. in the sitting room.

Once we started to thaw out then the discussion started to turn to switching partners. I  was not a big fan of this. Monika was in agreement but she said she would do it this once. But, she said once we start we’ll keep doing it. Eventually, we all agreed to do it just this once. Personally, I had the feeling that once we started we would be doing it more than once.

This turned out to be the case. So after that first night and every time that we  got together, we would have a meal start drinking wine and land up fucking our brains out. This situation went on until the summer of that following year.  When at this time the rhetoric got turned up a notch. Whereas Tony and Gill were talking about the possibility of hooking up together.

After some time and some debate, they came to the conclusion that getting together permanently was not going to happen, so Gill was pissed off. She said that she wanted to get away from it all and go to England for a visit. I borrowed some money to pay for the tickets for the flight, and took Gill, Martyn and Angela to Toronto International airport, and sent them on their way.n















After Gill and the Kids were gone I still saw Tony and Monika. They would call me up and invite me down to Etobicoke.  We would have great nights drinking wine and telling jokes. The first night I was there on my own I also went to bed on my own. But shortly after I fell asleep I was woken up by Monika sliding in between the sheets.

Once she was in bed with me it was business as usual. With lots and lots of oral sex and fucking.  After that, it was pretty much open season on Monika. from Friday night to when I left on Sunday night. Monika is the main instigator.  In the evenings, we would be watching T.V. and before you knew it either Tony or I was getting a blow job on the couch. Soon we were both banging her at the same time on a regular basis. It was like she could not get enough.

Who was I to complain, Tony sure didn’t because he was getting lots too. Some times they would go camping and if I was working I would meet up with them.

There was a campsite up near Ottawa, Mattawa I think it was called ., Not too far from Algonquin Park,  they went there for a week or ten days. After working the afternoon shift at Butlers on a Friday morning I went home to Westminster Street in Preston. I took a quick nap for a few hours then  I drove to the campsite.  when I got there they were still in there in a  sleeping blanket. I joined them in the tent, where Monika said. There was nobody else camped nearby, so basically we were alone in the wilderness. Monika said.

” I’m glad that you are here Bryan there’s not much to do here but fuck.”

I thought fucking great. That’s all I want to do.

After I was there an hour Tony said that he was going to the store to buy some food. I was going to go with him he said stay here you’ve done enough driving for one day. as soon as he was gone she was all over me. I gave her the bone and she was as hot as a firecracker, It was going to be a great weekend.

As I was doing her she said she had missed me. So I told her the same and that we should make up for it this weekend. So she stuck her tongue in my ear and said O.K.

So that night in front of the campfire after we drunk a couple of bottles of Winzertanz.

Monika started to get amorous. It seemed that being outside, with the likely hood of getting fucked seemed to be a turn on.   So I would hazard a guess that Tony knew this. Therefore it was not too long before Tony was giving it to her.

As  Tony was banging her, I thought I’m not going to be missing in action,

So I got my buddy out and joined in getting a blow job.  Then once Tony was done with Monika at the other end. he got off and I slipped in.So that’s basically how it went for the next couple of days. Being out in the open air seemed to make Monika really horny, so she kept us up so to speak for the rest of the weekend. i stayed with them for two more days then went home.

Very much to my surprise  Tony who was working at the big Glass Hydro building in Downtown Toronto decided to join the Canadian armed forces as an officer. From thinking about it to joining it did not take long. before you knew it Monika was alone in that big fucking house in Etobicoke.

I had almost become attached to that place. I had helped to redo the plumbing in the basement.  Then Tony and I one weekend re-shingled the cedar tiles on the roof. I think that it may of have taken two weekends, topped off with a lot of sex. So yes,I liked the house.

So now I would go down on a Friday night to fill the void that Tony had left. We for some time carried on almost like a couple. Occasionally  Monika would come out to the bungalow in the village of Orton. on reflection, I gave up a beautiful side split house in Clair Court in Acton just to get 2 acres and a rundown bungalow. But that is how it was. one cannot change history!

I intended to work on the house but it but I needed money to do that, so I worked Overtime to pay for the materials, and by doing overtime I had no time to work on the bungalow. And I was sure as hell not going to pay somebody to do work that I could do.

So Monika would come up now and then to Orton. Her big thing was what she liked to do was this. We would get naked in the front yard in broad daylight where we would fuck our lights out behind the bushes on the front lawn. She liked nothing better than to have traffic going by while we were going at it. That got her cranked.

I entered a German Shepherd puppy in a German Shepard dog show in Rochester NY, so Monika and I went for the weekend. the date was 8th May 1976.  I just looked at a ribbon that the puppy won. So Moniker and I enjoyed the weekend at the Hotel. Driving home back to Ontario the only thing that I remember is that Monika had her head in my lap all the way back to the border giving me a blow job. After all the sex we had had back in the Hotel she wanted more. Who am I to complain I thoroughly enjoyed it.

After Tony had been in the Canadian Forces for a while. Monika decided to go and visit relatives in Germany. So I drove her up to the forces airbase up near Kingston. where we had to wait for two or three days for her to get a flight out. There was not much to do on the base so we just spent the time fucking our brains out. so when it was time to get on her flight she was crying. I said I’ll see you when you get back. With that, she brightened up.

She went to Germany I believe for a month. So when she got back she hitched a ride to Toronto. she called me up and I went down to see her. I could sense that something had changed. It turned out that in Germany she had met this guy and they chummed around together. ( in other words, she was fucking him.)

She had a sad face because she said that she missed him.  I didn’t care about that I just wanted to get laid. So after a few drinks, I persuaded her to get them off and we went at it. once I got her going, it was the old Monika. Yes, she could fuck like a rattlesnake.

In time over the next few months, I noticed in the house in Etobicoke a few letters from Germany. Eventually, she told me that he was coming to see her. She said that she was going to have a little party for him. The German Loverboy arrived midweek I was working so I did not meet him until the following weekend. It was obvious that he had been banging her . but I didn’t care as long as I got some too.

I had met Hans the German earlier in the day, On Saturday. when I arrived around noon. He seemed a nice enough guy. Then around six o’clock, people started to arrive, a couple of nurses from Toronto General  Hosp[ital where Monika worked and three guys.

After a few hours of drinking and eating, people started to loosen up. As the evening wore on the two nurses paired off with two guys so that left Monika with Hans and myself and one other guy. The two nurses vanished with their prizes upstairs into the bedrooms and they were not seen until the next morning.

So now the music was turned up a tad and we took turns in dancing with Monika. I had been watching what I was drinking so I was pretty sober. After a while, Monika was dancing with two guys at a time, then with the three of us. I ‘m sure that she was loving it . after a bit we were all feeling her up.  She just absolutely loved it. Then eventually we collapsed as a group on an L shaped couch.

Monika’s top came off then her bra. there were lots of willing hands to help. I then saw a dick appear then another dick appeared. Soon Monika was giving head like no tomorrow.  All around.

It did not take long for her to get around to me. So Hans decided to take her from behind, while she was giving me my blow job… So that’s how it went the rest of the night. the three of us doing her one after another.

After this party, I was driving home on Sunday. I thought Bryan it’s time to change gears. So I never went to Etobicoke again. And I have to be honest I never missed Monika.

So now what or who did I get into next.  Lynn Foster from Kingston.

Lynn was a stunningly beautiful girl. With dark long black hair wavy hair ( Natural )She was about 5 foot five with a great well-built body and she was 18 years old, and a student at the University of Guelph.

Lynn worked at the gas station on Highway 24 between Cambridge and Guelph. Whoever hired her on knew what they were doing. With her natural beauty great body and large breasts, working at the gas station brought in lines of cars wanting gas. So I became one of them.

I was still living at Orton with the dogs. So this particular day on the way home to Orton. I stopped off for gas. Lynn was at the pumps.  For once there was nobody else there. Wow! She had big ones alright they were holding up a tank top.

As she was putting gas in my car and we were alone, this was the first time that this had ever happened. . she asked me if I had German shepherd dogs I said yes I did. She said that she had noticed the decal on my windshield of a German Shepherd head.

Lynn said that she had a dog but it was an only half-German shepherd. So I told her that I had a small kennel and that they were German Shepherd show dogs.  Then I asked her if she would like to see the dogs. So she said yes that she was good with that.. so we arranged that the next afternoon I would meet her at the gas station on Hwy 24 and she would follow me in her car to Orton.

So the next day at work at Butlers I would think about Lynn and would get a boner. This happened a lot throughout the day. Finally, as  the day wore  it was time to clock out so I was able to high tail  it along  Hwy 24 towards  Guelph and the gas station,

When I got to the gas station, there Lynn was waiting for me. She got in her car and followed me to Orton. It was about half an hour run.  When we got to the house I went inside and I grabbed a couple of beers. I then showed her around the two acres. So  at that time, I had three adult dogs two males and one female along with four pups

I introduced her to Wotan, and another male Tojo.  I also had a female and her 4 puppies running loose in a pen.  Lynn absolutely adored the pups. she played with them for a bit, and eventually, after meeting the dogs we went back in the house.

We sat there for a while talking and we had another beer. I  found out that her full name was Lynn Foster and that she was a student at the University Of Guelph and that her family lived in Kingston Ontario. I casually asked her if she was on the pill, she nodded yes. 

After that, we went into the bedroom whereupon I started to feel up those two beauties from behind. She was an extremely pretty girl with long shoulder length jet black wavy hair. I took off her tank top which I had been dying to do for months.  With my hands on her breasts, they felt just absolutely wonderful.  Beyond wonderful…….. She had big breasts alright but small nipples.

It was not long before we were stripped off and I was admiring her with my hand’s eyes and lips. She lay back on the bed while my lips and hands ran all over her from her breasts down to her pubic area.  On her cunt, she had black crinkly hair which I proceeded to delve into with my tongue. I followed that up with some serious clit sucking. By now she was screaming down the fucking house.

I put my arms under her hips reached up and .gently hung onto her boobs.. and I was in heaven. Lynn absolutely loved me doing all that shit,so much so that she rewarded me with a blow job we then followed this up with some serious fucking. Even doing it doggy style what else……….Wow Yes, Lynn Foster!

Lynn had a gorgeous little English sport ca an  MG Midget. One day I said to Lynn in casual conversation,

“This is a nice car how much did you pay for it.?” She kinda blushed up at first then she told me the story of the car. I just filled in the blanks myself.

Lynn was seeing this guy who lived on a farm. on the farm was a barn and in the barn was this  MG Midget that needed some work done on it. the guy was in love with her so he gave her the car.

Next, she then said that she was going out with a car mechanic who rebuilt the engine for her. Other guys after that, that she dated contributed towards the car. The electronics,   the seats needed re -doing and finally another guy that she dated painted it a metallic bronze………What I got out of all that was this. She fucked all those guys and landed up with a great little car. nice work if you can get it. And she did, get it that is!

I saw Lynn off and on, on a regular basis for six to nine months. I canny remember what happened to her she just fell off the planet. maybe she went back to Kingston 

One other thing about Lynn was this. A few years down the road I was taking a photography course at Conestoga College. We had to take in some slides to class and put them up on the screen. So I didn’t have many slides so I took some in of Lynn that I had taken and put them on screen. once up there was more than a few wow’s in the class when they saw her up there. Yes, she was a very pretty girl indeed ….. With Big Tits!

I was going through a slow period in time when it came to women. Back then there were no computer dating services. But, one day an ad in the local newspaper caught my eye. so I read it then I noticed that there was more than one ad. So I marked four of them and went out and bought four nice looking cards. I brought them home and I wrote some headings on the left side of the page.

I wrote headings,  BLUE EYES, FAIR HAIR, INTERESTS, LIKES DISLIKES, SEX,, PHONE NUMBER.  and so on. then I filled in the blanks. besides sex, I wrote, ” yes Please ” .  I filled out all four cards I wrote a box number on each one. and took them to the local newspaper.

A few days later I got some phone calls from the women who had placed the ads. So this time I said after chatting for a few minutes Why don’t we meet for coffee somewhere. They all agreed and I made arrangements to see them at different Tim Horton locations

So I went to Tim Horton’s early got a coffee and went and sat and looked out of the window. I each case I would hear

” Bryan”?

And I looked up expecting a Marilyn Monroe to be standing there. But in all four cases, there was only Olive Oil standing there. Right from the get-go, I knew that none of these women were for me. So did I out and out dump them right away!  absolutely not. I chatted to them all then I would slowly insert the fact that they and I did not have any common interest. I always made sure that they and I parted good friends. The simple reason for this was this.

If I was to meet them in the future somewhere. and they had a good looking woman with them, I could go up to them and say

“how it’s going?” and I would be in, to talk to the other woman with her. To be honest with all this planning, this scenario never did not occur.  But I will tell you this When I was single again if I was on a blind date I would avoid going to a nice restaurant and pay out a good buck and be not interested in the party sitting across the table from me. I learnt this from a few bad experiences.

So now my game plan was a basic meet at the coffee shop. But I would make sure to be their early, buy just one coffee and that is that. So service to say this “Meet me at the  coffee shop.” The restaurant deal and the meeting at the coffee was a way to save money, A 1.50 for a coffee was a hell of a lot cheaper than a four-course meal sitting with somebody that did not appeal to me and knowing that I was going to have to be a gentleman and pay up.

After about three years on my own. A guy Rick Burgess from the Butler tool room set me up with a date with a Lab Tech from the KW hospital. A girl named Peggy Crawford. Can’t remember where we went on the first date, but somewhere along the way, we went to the Charcoal Steakhouse in Kitchener.

Peggy at the time was 22 and I was 36 . after The restaurant we went back to her place .for the usual bunk up and blowjobs. After some time we moved into an apartment in Kitchener on 6th avenue. We stayed there and eventually moved into a fourplex in the south end of Cambridge. Where we stayed for about a year.

Peggy was a high-level figure skating judge. So on the weekends in the winter we would go to the likes of Sarnia stay at a hotel and she would be judging young figure skaters. She was not judging alone there would be six or eight judges on the panel.  We would travel down on a Friday night and there would be a hospitality suite with food and booze. I liked to talk to the judges they were on a totally different planet than the Newfies and Portuguese that I had to deal with every day at work. not that there was anything wrong with them, they were fun to work with once you got to know them. they were good-hearted people.


One Sunday we were out for a drive at the south end of Cambridge and we pulled into this show home.I was looking at the plans for this small subdivision in West Galt. Then I noticed on the lot plans one lot was 250 foot deep. So I asked the sales girl if this was a right. she said yes. with a house aeon the property, it would be $ 43,000 So we left a $500.00 deposit on it.

16 Byton Lane.  So that’s where we set up shop. and got married on the 16th of August. It was alright at first. But Peggy wanted to change carers and to go from being a lab tech to an accountant. I didn’t have a problem with her changing careers, but all this meant that She was either at school in Hamilton at Mac Master or in the evening s or at home studying.

So I was asked by my friend at Butlers, Dennis Bedard to go down to the old Cambridge ‘ y “this was in 1984 where I took gym classes or played racquetball

So twice a week in the evenings I went to keep fit classes. And then eventually I started to play racquetball.   The first game of racquetball  I played an English guy Len Tudor. Len was the top of the C ladder. Well, I chased that ball around till I was almost ill. It took me four days to recover. Nine months later I beat Len and then went over to the B  ladder. There were about 20 guys on the B  ladder.

Slowly  I worked my way up the ladder. till I was almost at the top when we had a  ‘Y” tournament. I was about 5 from the top of the B  ladder. Well, I won the B level in the tournament. so shortly after that I won the B level ladder and moved over to the A level player. But by now I was playing at the Kitchener Y and in the B level. The players were of a higher calibre which I relished. So now I was playing a much higher level of Racquetball.and of course my level of play improved. So not only was I taking keep fit classes I was playing racquetball almost every day and here’s the secrete I was running 5k every morning.

There I was waiting to go on court to play a league match, one time. When I got talking to this young guy. So I said who are you playing he said that he didn’t know who it was but he was an old geyser. So when he stepped onto the racquetball court He was playing me.   I made him run for every ball and hardly gave him a point. Because of my 5k run every morning plus the use of weights he was not going to outrun me.

So I got quite good at racquetball ball I eventually used to win the ” B ” league in the Kitchener YMCA.

I got good enough at racquetball that now and again I would enter into racquetball tournaments. I  was 50 plus at the time. But my ego made me go in the over 35. Even then being older than  35 I didn’t want to be beaten by somebody in my own age group. 50 -55 years of age. So I would rather bow out in the semi-finals than be beaten by someone in my own age group.

One of my very good friends Emad who just past. One day asked me to go to Stoney Creek to play two of his customers. So I went with him. I didn’t know it at the time they both expected to beat the pair of us.

So Emad directed traffic on the court, told me to play up front or stay back. well, we trashed the pair of them. Three games to zip .so they had to pay for supper. Then the two guys asked if they could play us next week.

They said, ” We had an off night!”

Emad said” Sure”.

The following week the same again. three nothing which equalled a free supper.  Emad was over the moon. I was pretty happy too.

One other time I got a big kick out of racquetball was we went to a tournament in Stratford well the first round I was drawn against the first man that I ever played, Len Tudor who was now living in Stratford.  Well, I smoked him and went on to win the tournament. I played a lot more tournaments but I never won another one, but the thrill of playing to me was the best.

Unfortunately, I had to retire from racket sports as I landed up with bad feet. If  I played one evening I could hardly walk the next morning.

Around an uneventful marriage, I wanted out. Peggy was putting on weight. I went to B shift and dreaded her coming home on a Friday evening. As I only worked 4 ten-hour shifts. Monday thro’ Thursday. So Fridays I didn’t work.

So after 9 and a half years, I called it. The thrill was gone, my attitude was this. I am not going to be in a relationship that I absolutely hated. You only come this way once. No repeats . in the end I would say that it was better for both of us.

It was a shame really as the house on Byton lane was really nice. The yard was 250 feet deep and we did a lot to it. There was a lot of spruce and pine trees and good landscaping. On the back of the house, we had added a deck p[lus a sunroom. but in the end, it was all for nought!









Chapter 17: Wedding Day

Well, Gill Smith and I got married on the 11th   of Feb 1967. At the church in Park North Swindon.  It was a wedding for just family and friends.  Reggie came down from London.

So there were my two best friends at my wedding. Eric and Reggie. I had Dave as the best man. I should of have had Reggie or Eric, I could kick myself for that. But it was what it was. It still burns me all these years later.  Dave was a good guy but i had known Reggie since I was 5 and Eric since just after coming to Swindon

In the photo below that’s me on the right of the picture. Just behind me is Eric my shagging partner. And next to Eric in the Background is Reggie my best friend from grade one. On my right is Best Man Dave another Swindon guy that I hung out with. Eric or Reggie should of have been in Dave’s spot. 

*Note, this Dave is not Dave Reynolds.

This the only picture that I have of the three of them. Just lucky they are all in the same shot.

Gill and I  had found a flat in an old building just off Regent  Street down the bottom of town.

Prior to getting married I put a lot of work into cleaning painting and staining the floors in the flat because at the time. Or any time for that matter we did not have a lot of money. Any money we did have went towards the wedding. Gills’ parents Jim and Phyllis seemed to be happy. Their last daughter was off their hands. I got along very well with Jim and Phyllis. They were nice folk

Jim would get a bit grumpy if he didn’t have his pint or two at his local man’s club.. occasionally I would go with Jim to his club.  they all seemed to play dominos a lot there,  If they were short a man they would ask me to play. Now dominoes is not cribbage. They guys were pros at dominos so if I ever fucked up I would get dirty looks.

The flat as I said was down the bottom end of  Swindon. It was next door to a pub and above dry cleaners.  A few days after we got married I was downtown Swindon and I bumped into of all people. Jackie.  Jackie Clissold. We stood in the street there. kinda holding hands like idiots. I made arrangements to see her somewhere. I don’t remember where. But after we parted on the street it hit me. I am a married man now and a baby on the way. I can’t carry on like I had when I was single. 

 So that was the last time that I saw Jackie. Which in the grand scheme of things, was best all around. 

The flat turned out to be a disaster as we discovered that when the lights went out at night our came the cockroaches. Hundreds of them. We did not know what they were at first. But soon realized that they were in fact cockroaches.. When the lights were switched on they would run to where ever they came out off.

This was not a healthy situation. We got on the Swindon Council about getting a flat. As soon as the baby was born or shortly after we moved out. We were given a house 40 Dulverton Ave, Park North Swindon by the Swindon Council  It was about two blocks from my mum and dads place at 31, Buckland Close  .


We didn’t have much in the way of material things at first. The baby boy was called Martyn born on the 7th of August 1966.. I liked the name, Martyn. I thought of Martin Ashby and what a nice young man he was. But I wanted it spelt with a “ Y “ as my name Bryan was spelt with a ‘ Y “ . At the time I thought that it could be a family trend, using a “ Y ‘ to spell the first name. 

 I did not want Martyn baptized, I thought that if he or any future kids wanted to be baptized when they were older it would be up to them. I didn’t have a problem with that at all. But as I said at the beginning ” Mumbo Jumbo ”

 Gill said that she wanted more than one child. So I went along with it thinking that she would not get pregnant right away. But low and behold, we had a baby girl the following year. Nov 14th 1968. Angela Gillian Rogers.

In this period of time, Eric landed up getting married. He married a girl named Mitch. I think that Mitch came from Wroughton. But I could be wrong on that. She was built like Mary and Kate. I can picture her face now. But here’s the thing. ( that’s what they say nowadays )

Eric was seeing two girls at the same time. Or to put it bluntly, he was banging at least these two at the same time. I remember correctly. Maybe he was banging more than these two who knows.  A standing prick has no conscience.

 Even I didn’t know which one he was going to get hitched to. For the life of me, I canny remember the name of the other girl. It could have very well of having been Mary from the Masons Arms. But I don’t think so. This girl was well built pretty but with a slightly hawkish face.

  One  Saturday morning we were at the in-law’s place. I was sitting on the couch reading one of the national papers, the Daily Mirror. . There in the ads. Was a small ad. For tool and die makers wanted in Canada. They wanted somebody with automotive experience. I said to Gill.

“ How would you like to go and live in Canada? “ she said,


Next thing I know we were off to London to meet a guy named Ernie Garlicks. Garlicks worked for Fabricated Metals in Oshawa. Ontario. Canada. After about a two-minute interview.  Garlic’s said when can you start, I said properly at the end of November. which turned out to be the case. I couldn’t come any sooner because Angela was about to be born. He was good with that.

I arrived in Toronto on the 28th of November 1968.

I was met by friends of Phyllis my mother in law, Peter and Mary. They took me in their  VW beetle car to where they lived in Toronto on 2nd Ave of off the Lakeshore. I stayed with them a few days then Peter took me to Oshawa and to a lodging house where Peter had once stayed. The house was owned and ran by Mrs Eddie. I got a room up in the attic.( There I stayed for about two months until I saved enough money so we could get an apartment)

Peter then took me to the place where I was going to work, Fabricated Metals.  A small hole in the wall dies place. You could of have thrown the whole place in the corner of the tool room at Pressed Steel Fischer and lost it. That’s how big the place was.

Now get this. The first morning that I walked into Fabricated, of all the people I bumped into was Danny Ridley who had been working at Pressed  Steel Fisher in Swindon.  Danny had been working in the smaller tool room there that’s where they did all the die repairs. I had been working in the larger tool room where they built the dies.

Fabricated metals was a small tool and die shop with two or three presses.  we built small to medium size dies.

I stayed at Fabricated Metals .for about a year or so. Then I moved on.

I  went to Toronto was interviewed for a job in Detroit at  Republic Tool and Die. the biggest independent Tool and Die shop in the US.

The guy that interviewed me was from Birmingham in England. After a few minutes of chatting, He said . ” When can you start? ”

I told him an estimated start date and he was happy.

Before you knew it we were on our way to Detroit, and I was off to work at this huge tool room on Van Born Road Michigan.

Once in Detroit, we rented a  corner of a fourplex in Dearborn just off Dearborn Avenue.

As I already said I was to be working for one of the largest tool and die shops in America It was as tool rooms go a pretty big place. the dies we were working on we were finishing up. I recall  one die being a large Cadillac die..

There were a few things that I still  remember from Republic. There were a few guys from England working there. We were the only ones that appeared to do any work. The Americans that worked there were extremely lazy. A few months before I started there at Republic there was a number of Brazilians hired on to work there. They were from  VW in Brazil.

So, Republic ran a two-shift system. Days and Afternoons, the Brazilians that were hired on most of them were on one shift and there was just one that was put on the opposite shift than the rest of them. it did not take long for all those Brazilians to start to visit the wife of the lone guy on the opposite shift to them. So, he found out that they were all banging his wife. On finding that out and went into work, pulled out a gun. and started chasing his so-called buddies that were fucking his wife around the presses, and the machinery, and firing his gun as he ran. When I was at Republic I don’t recall seeing any Brazilians there. So I guess he scared them off.

I was only there for a few months when I along with other tool and die, makers, I was laid off.  It goes without saying that if I knew that I was going to be working for only a few months I would not have gone to Detroit in the first place.

Right away after getting the heave-ho at Republic, I went to General Motors and I was hired on there. It was at G. M.’s spring and bumper plant, in Livonia, Michigan. I was happy because as long as GM was making vehicles I would have a job. Well, that was my thinking at the time anyhow.

I was only at General Motors for a short time when directly west of Detroit we found a plot of land on the side of a lake. A lake called  Silver Lake. There on Silver Lake, I got a builder to build us a raised bungalow.

Shortly after that G. M. was struck by the UAW. strikes in this part of the world were a regular occurrence. Ever since we were in the States it seemed like it was one thing after another…

At that time I received strike pay from the Union and food stamps.  Then we moved into the new house on Silver Lake. and because we moved to another district we were given another load of food stamps we had so many I didn’t know what to do with them. We were not about to become hungry any time soon.

At the end of Nov 1970 beginning of December, the strike at  G.M. was over and we went back to work. I was only back at G.M. for a few days when my boss John a real nice fellow came directly up to me and told me that I was going to be laid off. He didn’t have to tell me that but I guess that he knew that I was in the US on my own.

Having heard that from him I phoned Gill and told her that I had been Laid off. Being as I had been off work and on strike, for 3 months I knew that there were no jobs available. At that time it was not for the want of looking. So, I did not want to be left destitute in the US so I told Gill to phone Detroit airport and book us 4 seats back to England. I called her back about an hour later and she said that there were no vacant seats as it was Christmas time and the planes were all booked up.

So I said call Toronto and get us four seats from there. I called her back and she said we were o.k..The builder was good enough to give us back our deposit so we were OK for  money. So around the 16th of Dec, we drove up to Toronto, left the car at the airport boarded our plane and flew home to England.

I would guess that we took a train to Swindon from Heathrow Airport. So we spent six weeks at Gills parents place. Then we spent six weeks with my parents. Meanwhile, I had managed to get a job in Marlborough at a company called Avco Engineering. Marlborough was 12 miles from  Swindon and the company laid on a bus from Swindon To Marlborough and back again every day.

One good thing about working at Avco was the fact that my friend Eric Heaton, Yes Eric from our shagging days worked there. He was the foreman on nightshift.  Now Eric was married and had a family little Eric and I can’t remember if he had any more kids. That was just a lucky coincidence that I landed working in the same place as Eric. Of all the places that he could have been, he was at Avco.

While I was working at Avco I bought a brand new semi-detached brick house on the Nythe Estates in Swindon.  Eric lived not too far away in a house with Mitch his wife.

living next to Eric there was an RAF pilot and his wife. I think that they had one or two kids. Well, she was really built and pretty too boot. Whenever I was over Eric’s she would pop up with her big breasts and short skirt.  I always remember her boobs always looked like they were straining to get out of her bra. It was tempting, I guess she could feel that I would love to hit on her. But I had unfortunately reformed since I had got married. That is to say, I found her a very tempting proposition. But it was a” No go”.

Meanwhile, while I was working at Avco. I hated the fucking foreman there. Brian Eastwood. I would be working on a surface grinder making these close tolerance gauges. They had to be machined to a tenth of thousands of an inch. Eastwood would come by and say to me.

‘” Hey Bryan how many have you done today /”

I would count off six or whatever it was, that prick would then say.

” Joe Blow did twelve in the same time last week.”

I eventually told Eric and he said.

“Ignore that prick Bryan, he is taking motivation courses at Swindon College.

So he is practising what he learnt at the College on you.  Just fucking ignore him.”

So next time Eastwood came by with his bullshit speal about somebody being fast  I said “good for him! ”

After a while, he backed off and left me alone. He realized that I had his number.

After I was at  Avco for a couple of years A job opening became vacant. At all places Linton and Hurst, at Stratton St. Margaret. They wanted somebody in the tool room. So I applied for and got the job. Now I was a far better tool and die, maker, than when I first left there. I can’t remember if I was on steady afternoons or two weeks about.

They had a new guy in charge of the tool room. The old portly gent  Hollingsworth was long gone. In his place, there was a nice guy, a Canadian in charge of the tool room, Alex.

Before I leave Avco I must relate this story. There was an overweight middle-aged guy in the Avco tool room.  George Pavitt was his name. He lived at home with Mummy. He was always buying and selling cars and motorbikes. he drove to work depending on the day, a Morris whatever and a three-wheeler car. which had one wheel in the front and two at the back.

Well, this particular day he took his three-wheeler car to work. The entrance to Avco was down a long lane beside the local football pitch. So the local engineers had a problem with water delivery. So they dug during the day a trench across the lane, and so that people could get up and down the laneway, they put planks across the trench. the planks were for the car wheels.

But George Pavitt forgot that he was driving his three-wheeler car… So he left work along with everybody else drove up the lane, forgetting that he was in his three-wheeler. Drove across the planks, but there was no plank for his wheel in the front. and the car nosedive into the ditch, to the great delight of the rest of the guys coming out of the plant and going home. they all managed to drive around him and fuck off home.

I had enough of Avco and got a job at Linton and Hurst again. I didn’t have to drag my arse to Marlborough any more. Just one thing more, the day I was leaving Avco up turns Danny Ridley. I hadn’t seen him since Fabricated Metals. He looked great we didn’t get to talk too much. I never have seen him since.


So  I returned to Linton and Hurst once again. but now my skills as a tool and diemaker had improved dramatically and I was able to handle the job no problem.

This time around don,t remember too much. And after about 6 months I was ready to return to Canada. Low and behold there was a job advertised .so  I applied. As before I went up to London and met a guy named George who hired me. . his Company was in Toronto and was based in Etobicoke. the details have faded into the depth of time


Chapter 17 A


  It was the end of September 1975, I had been working the night shift at Omark in Guelph Ontario, which is 20 minutes up the road from where I live in Cambridge. I don’t remember how I found out about Butlers hiring tool and die makers but here I was early in the morning filling out my application form for employment as a tool and die, makeI was sitting in the personnel office waiting room, waiting to be interviewed by the tool room foreman. In front of me, there was a big Swedish looking guy waiting for a job interview. Evy Robbins the personal assistant introduced the “ Big Swede “to another big guy that came into the personnel office. He was dressed in dark blue working clothes and evidently was the tool room foreman.

The two big guys returned after a good half an hour. and Blue Pants and shirt said to the big Swede Ok we, ll let you know.

I could see that the Swede could see the job sliding away from him. so he fumbled in his coat pocket and produced a ream of papers. Which he got Blue Pants and Shirt to have a look at. He glanced at them quickly and gave them back to the Sweed and said once again. ‘

“O.k. we’ll let you know. !” With that, the Swede left.

 “ Wib, “ said Evy Robbins to Blue shirt and pants  “ This is Bryan Rogers “

 Wib shook  ( While I’m thinking “Wib” what kind of fucking name is that) and took a quick glance at my application form. He then took me out into the Front Press shop which was running full   tilt. With presses going up and down all around me.                                                                         

Wib then asked me if I had ever worked on dies like that were running in the presses. I was more than happy to tell him that I had. ( The kind of dies that were running in these presses I had worked on at Press Steel Fisher, back home in England and also at the Budd Automotive plant up the road in Kitchener here in Ontario. I had also worked on similar dies for General Motors in Livonia in Michigan USA). And I had built big Automotive dies in the biggest tool and die shop in the USA. In 1970. 

     We were back in the office in less than 5 minutes and Wib turned to me and said

“ When can you start ?”

I told him   “ Next Monday “ ( Yes ! I was in ! )

 An  Electrician that was looking for a job was also hired on.

 He and I then sat around for a while, waiting for Bernie Black the Personnel Manager to interview us and for him to go over “ Stuff “ with the both of us. The electricians’ name was Mac Simner and he could talk under fucking water. I had been up all night and all I wanted to do was to get the hell out of there. It would be many hours later before I was able to leave and go home to bed.

     ( Many years later Mac was caught trying to smuggle out of the plant an electrical extension cord wrapped around his waist and under his shirt. He was fired.)

 I started on days the following Monday at Butler Metals on Eagle Street. following my interview with Wib. I was number 13 on the toolroom Seniority list. It would be many years later that I would make it to the top of the list to number one. The Senior Tool and Die Maker




Gill and the kids were in England and things didn’t look too good for us. At that time Butlers owned two plants the one on Eagle Street and an older plant on Dolph Street which was situated three blocks 1975. from the Eagle Street Plant. The Dolph Street Plant was at least 100 years old. It was one story with the walls being built of heavy fieldstone. The roof was held up with heavy wooden beams. On some of these beams, there were charcoal remains of a fire in the mid-forties. Running beside the plant was a railway track and besides that a lumber yard.

     Both plants had tool rooms the larger toolroom being in the Dolph Street Plant. Wib ( The Moose ) was the tool room foreman and John Clark  ( Knobby )was the assistant foreman. The toolmakers were expected to transport tools between the two plants in their own vehicles. For transporting the tooling from one plant to the other we were paid 60 cents a trip.

  A week before I was hired on a toolmaker Ator Sarkisoff had been hired on. Ator was about thirty of slim build average height and we thought of Arabian descent.  His skin was darkish with vivid dark eyes jet black hair and a large flattish nose. And, he always had a smile on his face. Another toolmaker hired the same time as Ator was Bill Shcebler who was Austrian born. Bill was about five foot five , slightly on the portly side and tending to be balding. Bill was known to John Clark the toolroom assistant foreman because John knew Bills brother, who owed his own tool and die shop.  John also knew that because Bill was a different kind of cat, and that Wib would not keep him on once he found out that Bill was not the greatest tool and diemaker and when he did Bill would not get in his 45-day seniority.

 So every time Wib was in the same plant as Bill, John would find some reason  or other to send Bill to the other plant. ! ( At the time nobody knew what John was up to , he keep what he knew about Bill under wraps.) This scheme of Johns worked so well that Bill got his 45-day Seniority in. This “ Little Deal “ that John liked to call things was a secret not only kept from Wib, but everybody else in the tool-room as well.

 One day shortly after Bill had obtained his Seniority. I was working in the Dolph Street Plant    I heard loud voices across the other side of the tool room. It was Wib and Hank Dykhausen the union skilled trade rep, going at “ It “. It would appear that Wib had found out  (too Late ) that Bill was on another planet, and he was yelling at Hank for not telling him that Bill was a few bricks short of a load.! “ Hank was yelling back at Wib 

     “ It’s not my Fault Wilkins, he,s in the fucking Union now and there’s fuck all you can do about it.!”

     Wib calmed down a bit after he realized that he was screwed!  He then told Hank that beings as he only had a small department that they couldn’t afford to have a guy around that the department would have to carry. So they came to an agreement that if anybody else got hired on that was “ A little different “  then Hank would let Wib know. . This made a lot of sense because it would be easier on Hank as well.

                    Butler Metals 1975 plus.

    Over the years after I left school which as I have said was 16. I would like to think that I had some sort of English class character upbringing. Then in around 1975 when I started work at Butler Metals. then my  attitude on my character was assassinated and was to be changed….. For 1975.evermore.The “ Shop Language “ was very crude and sometimes to the point of being really disgusting. But it was what it was and don’t kid yourself, some of the women were as bad as the men. I was working with lots of Newfies and Portuguese.A lot of them were rough and ready characters. There I would say, is where there was a big change to my proper English ways, which were assaulted by what went on in the factory floor. The factory floor environment in which I worked was dirty, very noisy to say the least and sometimes, a dangerous environment.

      I was voted in as union President and had to deal with these great characters more and more. Some of them, until I got to know them scared the shit out of me. They were basically a great group of fun guys.  I will be the first to admit that more than a few were a little quirky, to say the least.   day in and day out, As a worker and as the union president. I guess that would affect anybody if you were to be exposed to the noise the dirt and all my fellow workers for twenty-seven years because that’s how long I was at Butlers. I would like to point out here that these people my co-workers really seemed to 1977. like me. Maybe it was because I was different from the rest of the crowd. I had never encountered Newfies before Butlers and it really took a while to cotton on to how their mind works. Beer for sure utmost in their mind. Along with pussy.

 One time over that period of time, that year we were one of General motors top ten suppliers and Jim Robinson the President of Butler Metals had to go to  the Park Lane Hotel in Park Lane in London England  to get the award . Then,  a year shortly thereafter we were on G.M.’s  “ shit list.”  

In the tool room, even though it was a serious matter, we thought that it was uproariously funny. And any time that it was mentioned you would hear big rounds of uproarious laughter. 

“ Yes, from number one top producer to number one on the G.M.’shit list, that’s fucking hilarious ! “

Jim Robinson the Butler President was a nice guy, was liked by the hourly employees. When I was the local union president, there would be an occasion when we took one of the retiring employees to lunch.  The Company would foot the bill.  The employee was allowed to go to lunch wherever they wanted and could take with him or her anybody they wanted. Prior to leaving the plant . there would be a Union and Company presentation. Of a gold watch or a piece of art and the retirees, first pension cheque was presented.  This employee wanted to go to the Knotty Pine restaurant in Preston Cambridge. 

The retiree was the company janitor, Art Robinson, who just so happened to be the father of Jim  Robinson the Company President. On these retirement jaunts, Jim would be down to earth when it came to eating. A Hamburger and a beer.  Me I ordered surf and turf on this particular occasion.  Jim said “ Bryan what are you eating there . ?” I replied only surf and turf Jim.

 Jim Robinson’s word was golden. If we ever went out on a wild cat strike, we would not go back in unless Jim said that there would not be any repercussions to anybody. The word of any manager would not be taken only Jim Robinson’s

  Around this time I was alone. Gill was in England for good and as I said alone. I used to travel back and forth to work. From Cambridge to Orton. It was a 35 min or so run. Well, halfway to the house. There was a gas station on Hwy 24 . In the summertime, There was this gorgeous looking girl serving gas. And whenever she was on the pumps there was a lineup. Maybe it was because she would wear a tank top. And she had “ Big ones ‘ underneath to hold it up.

 Occasionally I would pull in for gas. But I would have a problem talking to her as she attracted so many customers. Well, one evening I stopped off for gas and I was the only one there. As she was filling my tank she noticed the German Shepard dog Club of Canada decal on my windscreen.

   So, she asked me if I had German Shepard dogs, I told her that I did and that I had a small kennel. She told me that she had a dog it was half German Shepard. So I said that my ones were pedigree show dogs. Then I asked her if she would like to see them she said she would. And that the next afternoon after we had both finished work, I would take her to see the dogs. I would lead  the way, and she would follow me    Next day at work every time I thought about her I would start to  get a boner on. She had told me that her name was Lynn . The day wore on and finally it was time to clock out and get onto Hwy 24 to the gas station . When I got there . Lynn was waiting for me . So she followed me to Orton about a half an hour run.

When we arrived at the house, I grabbed us two beers and then  I showed her around.    I had  three adult Shepards and the four pups. Which she loved. I then took her into the house and we had another beer. We were sitting talking and I found out that  her full name was  Lynn Foster and she was 18 years old   She was a student at University of Guelph. And her family lived in Kingston. I casually asked her if she was on the pill , she nodded a yes , 

    After that I took her into the bedroom She was a very, very  pretty girl almost as tall as me with a great body. She had a beautiful head of jet black long wavy hair down past her shoulders.

 It didn’t take too long to get her tank top of . Which I had been dying to do for months . She had beautiful  big breasts all right but small nipples . It wasn’t too long before we were both stripped of  and I was admiring her body with my eyes hands and lips. She had jet black crinkly hair on her cunt which I proceeded to delve into with my tongue  and followed that up with some serious clit sucking .

It did not take much before she was screaming the fucking place down. I put my arms under her hips and reached up to and hung on to those beautiful breasts and I was in heaven. She absolutely loved me doing all that shit, and she eventually rewarded me with a  blow job and then we followed up with some serious fucking.   Wow !  Yes, Lynn Foster.

      We saw each other off and on over a period of about 6 months or so . Then she went back to Kingston to be seen never again. I guess that she never finished  at the university.

    One thing of note about Lynn was this. 

     She had a gorgeous little English sports car. An MG Midget,  I asked her how she  got it. She said that she was dating this boy who had it sitting in his barn, and he gave it to her . She then said she was going out with a car mechanic so he rebuilt the engine for her . And other guys that she dated worked on the electronics for her and other stuff. Like somebody fixed up the seats and finally a guy that she was dating painted the car for her a metallic bronze ..What I got out of all that was, that she fucked all these guys and landed up with a great little car. Free.

 Nice work if you can get it. One other thing about Lynn was this . a few years down the road . I was taking a photography course at Conestoga College.  And I took in some slides  of Lynn and showed them on the screen. There was more than a few wows when they saw her up there.  Yes she was a very pretty girl indeed, real honey,……….With Big Tits!

      . A short while before I started work at Butlers. Wib had a couple of Pakistanis working for him in the tool room in Dolph street. They were working a steady afternoon shift which is known as the ‘ B “ shift, and Wib evidently fired one of them, I don’t know why , but he did.So the other Pakistani toolmaker was upset about his friend being fired . So he asked Wib, “ When are you going to fire me ? “  Wib never missed a beat and said “ Right now ! “ 

By  firing the two Pakistanis ,it caused Wib to have to  start rotating shifts in the Dolph Street Plant   for all  tool room personnel . This was because  nobody wanted to work there full time on the afternoon “ B “ shift. So everybody had to take there turn on B shift on rotation. 

       Wib never had any supervision on “ B “ shift in the Dolph Street plant . There was no production going on there either. But being the trusting soul that he was , Wib would make like he was leaving the plant for the evening by going out the front door. He would then creep round to the back of the plant and come into the tool room the back way, hoping upon hope to catch someone “ Fucking The Dog “

      Another one of Wibs rouses  was to leave the building then sneak around to the side of the building and peak through the tool room window.. He could be expected to do this at anytime.. On dark nights.  he would sit across the road in the parking lot in his beat up old van .  ( We called it the Moose Mobile. )  and watch the tool room through the windows. But the guys knew what he was up to and all looked busy in front of the windows util Wib got tired of watching and fucked off home.

     The Moose Mobil was 40% grren and 60% brown the green being paint and the brown being rust.Wibs nickname was “ The Moose “ so hence “ The Moose Mobile “

     The 60 cents travel between the plants could be quite lucrative . But one time we nearly lost this little bonus. In one week Ator claimed about a 100 trips back and forth between the two plants. If that was the case there would be little time between the trips to do any work of any kind. Wib went bananas and reamed out Ator  serverly. But Ator did not  give a dame about Wib. As a matter of fact  he was a thorn in Wibs side for many years.

     Every year Ator would take of to Mexico for his two week vacation . as he would be leaving work on the Friday we would wish him happy holidays and we would say see you  a month or so. Why , because his vacation would always be a month long sometimes longer. How did Ator get away with that shit without getting fired . Answer, he would produce a phoney doctors note from some quack doctor in Mexico saying that he could not travel as had a bad case of Berry Berry or the the Monty Zoomers Revenge, so Ator was unable to get onto a plane . 

      One time Ator came back from Mexico  with a shit load of gold coins. Shortly there after the price of gold skyrocketed so Ator sold the coins and with the proceeds took of to France with his girlfriend Lydia.  But at that time we  in the tool room had no idea what happened to Ator , we were thinking that he had quit without telling anybody. But then he turns up for work one day all smiles , and of course tanned and looking healthy. And of course, he had his customary doctors note. Wib went Ape Shit and suspended him, for a month.

     But it was not long before the Union got Ator his job back, plus back pay for the time he was on suspension, plus back pay for the time he was supposed to be of sick ! He certainly was one lucky Mother. Another tool and die maker  Bill Hatton said “ If that fucking Arab gets his job back, I’m going to quit!” and true to his word  he did.

Meanwhile, we welcomed Ator back  to the tool room with open arms , shaking his hand and patting him on the back. Ator lapped up all this attention like a cat laps up cream. He was standing in the middle of the tool room laughing his head off. Wib was standing by the door to the tool room ready to burst a fucking blood vessel.

Here is some incite into what went on in an Auto Plant ( Butler Metals ) over my 27 years there.

   The first few years that I was at Butlers,at   Christmas  time  every employee  got a Snider’s  Gift package from the Company. It was filled with a ham, cheeses chocolate , you get the idea. After one of these  Christmases there was a complaint  from an employee stating that he was insulted that he had been given pork . 

O.K.     So the following Christmas the company gave out Gift certificates to the local mall.  This time somebody complained , they said that they did not shop at that Mall . 

     So the following Christmas , you got it .. Fuck All. I didn’t blame Butlers . The people that didn’t want the Christmas gift all they had to do was give it to somebody else who could use it, Instead  , everybody got screwed over.

   Shortly after I had been voted in as Local Union President I had to go and speak at Cambridge Council something to do with the Japanese cars at the time being allowed into Canada and not having to pay any tariffs. But at the other end in, Japan . North American cars had a tariff put on them. So what is good for the Goose ….There was a request from the union head office in Toronto  that all locals do this at each of there local Councils So I went to Cambridge City Council Meeting to speak up on this subject. Surprise , surprise the president from the Budd Company in Kitchener he turned up to speak to Cambridge Council. So you say big hairy deal . Yes it would of have been just that . But the president of the Budd co. was none other than Hugh Sloan, Yes the same Hugh Sloan that was involved with the Watergate Scandal in the U. S.

     Sloan was once treasurer of Richard Nixon Committee to re-elect the President. Sloan decided not to work for a corrupt White House moved to Canada and took out Canadian Citizenship. He took the job of president of Budd Canada and turned it around, into a profitable company.  Like me he was speaking to the Cambridge City Council. I would say that he was probably the most famous man I had ever met. There was just us two  so I was able to chat with him. I don’t remember if I realized how famous he was or not but he was a pleasant fellow  to talk to.

Back in the day . Tricky Dicky and the Watergate scandal was big potatoes.If you know anything about Politics , it forced President Nixon to resign.

    Meanwhile I cannot quite remember the year . But a friend of mine Gerty Phillip from the front Butler office , she used to work in the evenings at a dance hall come restaurant called LuLu’s.

This place was on the boarder of Kitchener and Cambridge. This is the place that all the top stars of the day put on a show. I saw Roy Orbison there. and other famous groups. Well getting back to Gertie I am making an assumption the she met Jan and Dean there at Lulu’s and she landed up getting married to Jan. I spoke to her once as she was coming out of a Cambridge squash club  She looked wonderful . I remember that she was wearing this fabulous fur . I said Gertie what a nice coat . She said yes her friend had bought it for her. But she would tell me no more. The rest as they say is history.

       As President of the local in the late 70’s and early 80’s I had to run the Legal  strikes. We only went out once on a legal strike. But we had lots of wild Cat strikes ( Illegal Ones. )

   The once that we were on strike I was sitting in our local union office scheduling the strike roster. All you had to do was once a week  hang out  on a picket line for 6 hours.  The 6 hour thing was two plants so many picketers at each plant per hour divide what ever that number was into total amount of workers. Every body was happy with 6 hours per week . once you were given a time slot , if you wanted to change it , it was up to you to change with somebody else.

      So I called up one of our female union members to tell her when she was on strike duty . Her husband answered and I told him that his wife was scheduled to go on the picket line the next day. He said how can that be. She is scheduled on the picket line now, as we speak.   Right away , I said,

“ Let me check here.” I rustled some papers and then I said your right,t I’m sorry I troubled  you  I got my lines mixed up here.and hung up.  I never told her I just let it slide, she was obviously fucking around on him.

     Then there was the two picketers scheduled for picket duty over at our smaller plant on Dolph Street. There outside the plant  we had a small English style Caravan which we used as shelter for inclement weather for the picketers. One morning I was told that a union member arrived  a little bit early  at the parking lot for to do his 6 hour stint . He said the caravan was rocking like no tomorrow . There was two picketers inside one man and one woman. Enough said.

   Every summer at Butlers there was a golf tournament .   One year  I decided to join in for the fun of it and for a day out. Every year the golf tournament was at a different golf course. So one day we’re sitting around the lunch tables  at Butlers, eating lunch and I happened to mention that how great it was that every year the golf event was at a different golf course . With that, there was a raw of laughter from everybody within earshot. So I says what’s so funny. They all came back with. We have a different golf course every year because we get banned from each one we play at. Why? I asked, evidently no matter what golf course we were booked in at there was always a problem. 

Golf carts being over turned . Golf carts smashing into trees by drunken drivers. Golf carts hitting each other head-on. Disorderly conduct towards other golfers …. The list went on  and on!

Oyear we were at the Grand Valley Golf course. The foursome that I was with had finished the front 9 holes and were back at the club house. I went into the men’s urinals for a wiz. As I opened the door it was like a party going on. So  I asked .

“What the fuck’s going on?”

The lads then stood aside and there he was John Boomer from the maintenance department. Standing there in his  undies  Soaked to the skin. Obviously very drunk. Gord  Moffit. Boomers golfing partner  tells me the story .

      It seems that Boomer ( as he was called ) on the ninth hole hit his ball into a section of the course that was very, very marshy and  very boggy.  So a  very drunk Boomer asks to borrow a telescopic ball retriever .  ( Read , a stick with a wire ring on the end. So there he was leaning into this boggy section trying to snare his golf ball. When , much to everybody’s delight Boomer lost his balance and fell over face first into this fucking bog. He was so drunk and it was so boggy he couldn’t stand up to get out .

Any body who was there was laughing so hard as Boomer was covered from head to foot in thick black boggy slim. When he asked for a hand to get out of the bog nobody would help him. They all said sorry John I don’t want any of that black shit on me .

So Boomer had to crawl out. He then had to make his way to the men’s washroom in the clubhouse. Once there he was so fucking dirty that he stripped off his clothes and proceeded to wash them out in the toilet . This caused more up raw …. Needless to say . Boomer never lived this event down.

   Some of the events that happened over the years , in the Butler Plant.

June the 2nd 1982 An operator named John  had to go to the Hospital to be checked out as he had been hit in the stomach by a part that had flew out of the press that he was working on. So he goes to the Hospital to be checked out . So when he returned after being given the O.K. by the hospital he goes to eat his lunch and finds out that it’s gone. The boys all told him that they had all eaten  it between them to stop it from going bad,. Also as  they didn’t expect him back for the rest of the day they had drunk his milk as well.

      Around the automatic presses in the floor then was a pit about 5 feet across and about 4 feet deep.   It ran from the beginning of the automatic presses straight out to the back of the plant.

In the pit there was a shaker that ran to the back of the plant as well. This was for scrap removal to take the scrap away from the presses. But, at the time of writing, the equipment down in the pit was in the state of repair. . it was winter time and the cold air came into the pit from the outside. The cold air from the pit began to   annoy the foreman so he put some large sheets of corrugated cardboard over it . The a few hours later he forgot that there was a hole under the cardboard and stepped on it My did he hurt himself. Stupidity knows no boundaries. 

   All production jobs in the early Butler years were timed , each operator had to make the number of widgets per hour , how many per hour would depend on the job. Operators  were encouraged to do more  than the rate and if they did, they would get extra money  a bonus,

   Each new production job that came to Butler had to be timed . Both by the management Time Study  and then by the Union Time Study.. Like any other  engineering type job, the person had to be trained  for the job. Once the union guy had completed his training and became good at the job, the company put him on salary and the union had to find another time study guy. And so on and so forth.

 When it Came to time study things would change in the later years in Butlers.  Every three years the company and the union would negotiate a new contract. At one set of negotiations the company insisted that they wanted no more piece rates . They just wanted the employees to work for their hourly pay , that’s it No bonuses, Well it went like this.

     Prior to this set of negotiations the operators were working piecework rates. Now  with the changing of the system you just had to work to a n established number of parts   per hour . 

So now that there was no piecework rates  there was a couple of problems .firstly the guys in the past that used to like to do piece work had taken a pay cut. They had lost money because there was not any extra   money to be had.  And again prior to the no piecework rule  the guys who just made the rate  in the past made more  money now  because the base  hourly rate had gone up. 

   It was a well known fact , a dirty little afternoon shift secrete. That workers would slide off home for an hour or two no clocking out  then slide back and carry on doing what they were suppose to be doing  nobody any the wiser. Some of the afternoon shift employees would go up to Carls Tavern up at  the end of Eagle Street, just to have a beer or two. They would be drinking at one end of the bar and the foreman and supervisors would be at the other end. Both would be ignoring each other.  But all were supposed to be working.

    So, I worked in the tool room. In the center of this rather large tool room and maintenance department was the maintenance and tool room offices. The tool room office was on the ground floor. Directly above that was the skilled trades washrooms. One particular day there was a sign in the mens washroom  saying that the urinals were out of order. Well, some wag had moved the sign from the urinals and put it on the toilet doors.  Then, come about 11.15 just prior to lunch time all the skilled trades come to wash there hands and to urinate. So there was about 60 or more guys doing this .

    So at the 11.30 a.m. buzzer everybody down tools and ,its lunch time. 

Bob Money and Mike Chike the toolroom foremen returned from the cafetiere to the tool room office and sat down at there desks to eat there lunch. When all of a sudden Bob yells out . “What the fuck ,Mike wheres all this piss coming from.  They were both paddling in urine. When the rest of the skilled trades caught wind of what had happened there was great raws of laughter.

   While we are talking about the washrooms , I was said that , If your name was ever written on the shit house wall, it meant that you had made it , You were in the “ Big Leagues “.

 As union President I was the head of Health and Safety for the Local. 

One day I  happened  to notice that  Bob Money the tool room foreman, my boss, was walking around with his regular street shoes on. So, I said “ Bob you can’t walk around without safety shoes  especially now as a  H & S rep I know , you’ll have to put your safety shoes on. Bob said O.K. 

Well , a few days later I caught him not wearing his safety shoes again, So I said “For fuck sakes Bob put on you safety shoes!”

Bob said

“ Bryan These safety shoes are tight, and they hurt my fucking  feet !”

 So I said  “ Too bad Bob put them on! Buy some new ones , you’re a supervisor you should know better!

 Well a few days later I caught him again wearing his street shoes. So I told him  I f you don’t have safety shoes on next time I see you I’ll write you up!

Next day He came up to me showing me his new safety  shoes. I laughed like a drain. And said to him you should thank me Bob.   Bob held no ill will and we were still good friends.

* Safety shoes are a must in the Auto Industry!

I was doing Bob  a   favour by making sure that he had safety shoes on.

 In the environment that we were working there was a possibility any moment of the day that you could drop something on your feet or foot and depending on how heavy the weight was how much damage to your feet. So in the Butler environment safety shoes were a must for everybody in Butlers.

In the tool room, there was a couple of guys that spent half their mornings up stairs in the shit house.Al Dilly and Jerry Janson. So, they were both retiring on the same day.after so many years at Butlers.   So we took of the old toilet seats fron the toilets and got new ones put on. Then we had the old toilet seat painted gold with Al’s and Jerry’s clock number painted on them . 

 Come their retirement day there was a presentation for the pair of them in the tool room. The usual stuff watches . their first retirement cheque and last but not least the pair were presented with the toilet seats. Only a few people knew about the seats . so when they were presented to the pair the place was in an up raw. The pair were famous for spending most of their time in the shit house and the  the seat was deemed appropriate by everybody. Even Al and Jerry could see the funny side of things.

After I was so long at Butler’s  it became mandatory that all new hires had to have grade 12. This was in case of future promotions within the co. and the company wanted the salary people to have at least grade 12. 

It was discovered that one of the foremen Len Millar, at one time  could not get in the Butler apprenticeship program because he never had grade 12.

At Butlers if a supervisor did a good job he or she would be promoted and if they did a good job there they would be promoted again and so on. They would then  be promoted to there highest level of incompetence. Then usually fired out the door.   

It  would take some time to learn time study and to be good at it. The union would pay for an employee to go to school for time study. Once they were done school the were given super seniority  and protected from lay offs.  So what the company would do was this. Once the employee was qualified and proficient in time study the company would offer the time study  person a salary job.Nine times out of ten the union guy would accept the company then the union had to go tho’ the process all over again.

  Over the years any amount of union workers who accepted a company job after getting proficient in time study they landed up as foreman or working in engineering.

 Just because you worked in engineering it doesn’t mean that you are smart.

 One time two presses broke down. So the operations had to be rerouted . So engineering  came out to the press shop . they measured the distance between the presses so they could put in conveyor belts between the operations to enable the job to be run smoothly. Well a few days later the engineers pushed about half a dozen conveyor belts through the shop and placed  them around the broken down presses.

Once the conveyor belts were set up it was discovered that they were 6 feet short on the last operation. So they had to put a man in the spot. to pass the part that was being made on. Measure twice cut once! ! This type of fuck up was typical of engineering. In the tool room we loved engineering because they kept us in work with all their stupid ideas .

   In my early years at Butlers we had a plant manager who went by the name of Brian Myers. He was an Englishman from northern England somewhere he was around 50 ish grey hair. And when he looked at you he would have one eye on you and the other somewhere else. He went by the nickname of “ The Silver Fox “.

 At the time that Brian was in charge we were making a lot of wheel parts for a company called Bendix.We would send 5,000 wheel parts out the front door shipping them down the road to Bendix. Meanwhile 10,000 wheel  parts would be coming back  as rejects from Bendix in the back door. So Brian would just rip the reject labels from Bendox of off the bins and send them back to Bendix. He knew that if Bendix were out of parts that they would eventually use them.

    It was the beginning  of September 1978 I had been Voted in as Vice President of local 1780 UAW ( United Auto Workers ) . it was early in the work morning of the plant. The day shift had arrived at the plant just before the seven o’clock start ,to find that a picket line had been set up by the night shift. Back in those days , once a picket line had been set up nobody crossed it.

 So we were to start our work day with an illegal “ Wild Cat “ strike.During the early hours of the Wild Cat Brian Myers who as Plant Manager was called out of bed, to try and resolve the problem, before it got to far out of hand. Myers had been on the picket line with the  wild cat strikers pleading with them to go back to work . He knew that he had to try to get them to go back to work before the day shift arrived . But it was a waste of time.  as by now most of the strikers were drunk, and they were waiting for the day shift to arrive so that they could join in the fun with them.

 In spite of Myers constant pleads they refuse to go back to work. So the day shift arrived and they joined the fun o the picket line . As the day progressed the bars were open and it was …. Party time.Why were the workers on the picket line .It was because of the rates of the jobs in the plant. The Production workers  in  the plant were on an incentive system and they were unhappy with a lot of the rates  on the jobs. Going the conventional  route of the grievance procedure was not working for them . The system was to slow it was taking to long to resolve rate problems and that is why  they got pissed off and went out on a wild cat strike to see if they could get  results faster. A “ Wild Cat “to them was faster than going tho the procedures and taking months and months to resolve.

 Come three o’clock the afternoon shift arrived. Now all three shifts were on the picket line . Even those not involved were out on strike also . i.e. the skilled trades . production rates were  a production problem . But the skilled trades had too be on the strike line to show support.  Most of the trades went home from their shift. And came back next day.

 If and when  unionized workers went out on a wild cat strike the union reps were not allowed by the Union to join in the strike . Why because the reps could get fired and they would not have a hope in hell in getting there jobs back.  The job of union reps . in the case of an illegal strike is to get the workers back to work. That’s it in a nutshell.. Plus here’s the biggy the Company could sue the union.

 But I was, being new to being a union rep, I was naive to the fact that a large population of the workers were Newfie’s and newfies like to Party. ( A Newfie is a person from Newfoundland)

 We would as Union reps go out on the picket line and tell the workers that what they were doing was illegal and that they should go back to work because they could get  fired and lose their jobs.

 While the union reps were telling the guys that we were holding our hands in front of our waist signaling to stay out a little bit longer. Because as union reps we had been struggling to correct the rates of most of the jobs in Butlers. And the longer that the strikers stayed out on the picket line the more likely the problems with rates would be improved.

After a while on the picket line and all three shifts out there , the list of complaints grew . From rates .to health and safety issues then  the lack of canteen facilities were all highlighted

The day wore on to night , it had been a warm day and it was a warm night . So now the party was in full swing, with most of the strikers  were in the bag.  Thro out the day management and union reps went out on the picket line to try to talk them back into the plant and back to work. Meanwhile more and more trucks were being turned away at the gate . Truckers didn’t want any part of a “ Wild Cat “.

They all had there orders . If there is a strike at any plant that you go to  for pick up or delivery  turn around and come back .

   As night wore on it was becoming dangerous to go out to the picket line from the safety of the plant  as beer bottles were now  being thrown at any body who came out of the plant to the picket line. The perimeter of the plant was basically in darkness, all the lights in the plant were on , so anybody coming out to the picket line , might as well be in daylight.So a beer bottle coming out of the darkness was a lethal weapon.

By now at this stage of the strike he boys had some entertainment on the go. One of the girls was entertaining some of the boys in the back of a van. Evidently she was handing out blow jobs all round. Which I was told she did on a fairly regular  basis in working hours in the plant.

 A guy called Jolly took a girl named Peg across the road into the gravel pits to screw her . When he had had his way with her he came back to the picket line with the strikers ,somebody casually asked  

Jolly where his arm was. ( Jolly at one time had lost his arm in an industrial accident)  over in the gravel pit  In the heat of the moment he had taken of his arm and then had forgot to put it back on again. The arm was an ugly mechanical thing with a hook on the end.

Some of the strikers went with Jolly over to the gravel pit to try to find his arm But to no avail. The arm was never found all tho they sent out a few search parties looking for  it.

 So,  it was rumored that he got a replacement new one from Workman’s Compensation, whether that was true or not , I don’t know.

  Update on this Jolly story, which  was around 1978……. . In 2008 I was working in Kitchener at Trilliam Metal Stampings . I was running the tool room on the afternoon shift . It was a slow night  everything  in the press shop was running . There was not any repairs to be done in the tool room. A rare  event indeed.

 I was in the production office with the production foreman Shawn Carroll. Shawn started to talk about playing baseball , and casually  mentioned that he had played baseball at the baseball diamond at the Butler Metals property.

I said ,”. Yes that’s right Butler had donated some land to the City of Cambridge for a baseball diamond. “

Shawn said they were in the middle of a game when one of the batters hit the baseball over the fence.  They didn’t have a replacement ball, so the batter climbed over the fence and after about 10 minits he returned  . He didn’t have the baseball but low and behold he said look what I found . And he held up Jolly’s long lost arm.  It had been found after being lost for 30 years. So I had to tell Shawn “ The Rest Of The Story.”

 Back to the Wild Cat. It was finally resolved . Not before the National Rep from the UAW Les Rundrum became involved. Les landed up on the picket line trying to get the workers back on the job. 

 Eventually  Brian Myers agreed to take a look at the rates with the Union time study rep. Their was other concessions  that the company gave verbal agreement to . But here’s the kicker . The workers would not go back to  work until they were given assurances by The Butler President, Jim  Robinson, that there would be no discipline action against any of the workers on the picket line.

  In those early years that I was at Butlers   Wild Cats were the norm. One  time there was a wild cat  on day shift to protest the fact that a woman had been  disciplined for something. And while the workers were on strike for her, She was inside ,working! 

I don’t recall their being any wild cats for the skilled trades. We either didn’t have any serious issues or they were resolved , thereby avoiding wild cats.

 One of the biggest issues over the years was caused by a maintenance man . Bill Carson. He worked in maintenance for a number of years . But he decided to leave Butlers and return to his roots,Scotland. So he sold up everything and he and his family went back “ home”.  Six months later, he was back in Canada. He got his job back at Butlers but now he was on steady afternoons, whereas prior to going back to Scotland he was on steady days.

So now Bill missed the steady day shift that he once had. He was now bottom of the seniority list and had to do steady afternoons. So he kept on constantly harping on the fact that this steady afternoons was not fair. And he appealed for all the skilled trades to go on two weeks of day shift and two weeks of afternoons.

 After many months maybe years of complaining there was a referendum in the trades and from then on it was swing shifts that won the day.  But , in production there was no such thing as swing shifts . It was steady days or steady afternoons. or sometimes steady night shift. No swing shifts.

 On a lighter note , a group from the Butler Engineering dept. were heading west on the 401. They decided that they were all hungry. So they pulled into  a Mac Donald’s and went through the drive-through. The driver, Norm Holman took the orders from the others in the SUV. And relayed their orders  into what he thought was the MacDonald’s mike , but in reality it was  the Mac Donald Mailbox. The others in the SUV kept telling the Norm what they wanted  . they all had realized that unlike  Norm  that he was just speaking  into a mailbox. They were all howling with laughter and Norm could not figger   out why. 

 Dave Gowans, the tool room manager. took a group of tool and die makers to a tooling event at the international center in Toronto.

There was maybe 18-20 of after they were all in the Center . Dave tells the guys we’ll all meet her on this spot at 6.00p.m. the group splits up into smaller groups . John Raymour and three or four tool and die makers slipped quietly out the back door. Flagged down a taxi and headed to the Million Dollar Saloon. Where they had  a great time drinking looking at strippers and whatever else. Come 5.4/5  they left the strip joint and flagged down a taxi ,back to the International Center.

 As they walked back in to the International Center  they grabbed some bags and filled them full of leaflets . So then they joined the  rest of the group at the meeting place it looked like they had been  them all afternoon. They were asked where were you ,never saw you all day . They said  where have you guys been,  We kept an eye out for you,  we  hardly saw anybody.



A Whiter Shade of Pale by Procol Harum.  the original

This song was a smash hit worldwide ,and the video version can be found on the internet.  This is one of my all-time favorites Whenever I hear this song I always think of my son Martyn Rogers. Alas, at the time of writing this on  February 27th  2018. In Cambridge Ontario Canada. Martyn lives in this City like I do, but I have only seen him once in 7 years , that was recently in the Hardware store where I work. He just happened to come in for a screw or something. …. This lack of communication has been hard to fathom over the years. Along with the rest of the family. We only come this way once.

Another caricature at Butlers Was an old Polish ruddy faced  mid to late middle age ,  janitor on the afternoon shift.  Alex he was supposed to drive a floor cleaning machine  around on the afternoon shift to keep the press shop floor  clean . The machine was run not by mileage  but by time. So Alex would take the machine into a quite back room, and set the steering in the tightest circle possible . So the machine would go around in circles and Alex would sit down and read the newspaper. Meanwhile the machine was logging hours and nobody was any the wiser.

Alex was famous for this story. as i said already Alex worked steady afternoons so he would sleep a lot in the daytime. well, he got fed up with these women coming around and ringing his door bell disturbing his sleep. They were from some religious sect and wanted to save Alex from himself. So the last time that they came ringing the bell at his front door  he got out of bed slipped on his robe and opened  the door. Low and behold it was the ladies. So this time instead of turning them away he invited them in.

Once they were all seated comfortably in his living room he opened his robe grabbed his penis and said to them.

” Now, which one of you ladies would like to smoke this Polish Sausage?”

The ladies  upped and took of out of the front door , never to return.

Every  so often we would hire on some more apprentices . Anybody who wanted to in the plant could apply. all they had to do was to fill out an application sheet. One time one of the senior foremen applied , he was turned down because he did not have his grade 12 .

Over the years Butlers hired on people to various positions Sometimes the person was good at being great at there job. well say inspection. He was so good that they promoted him to say press shop supervisor. where he was ok, or not to bad. Then, down the road they would want somebody in another department. So they would transfer him to that department. Eventually he would be fired because he was no good at his last job promotion.

I would call it being ” promoted to your highest level of incompetence.” At Butlers there were many supervisors that should of not held their position.There was one in particular that I would scratch my head when I was  working with him.  I can’t remember if he was canned from Butlers but I know that many jobs after Butlers  he was. Then low an behold he turned up at my daughters company. When i saw his name on some company papers I asked my daughter to ask him if he had ever worked at Butlers. He told her yes. Less than a month later my daughters company fired him. so i said to my daughter I knew sooner or later your company would fire him.

So when I met him shortly after he was canned he told me that he was semi- retired.He was probably cut out for something else not the Auto Industry.