Of people in the process of going windsurfing.
Took last Tuesday off, since I had my annual medical in the morning, needed to use some holiday days up, and it was WINDY! So once I'd had the wonderful experience of the prostate check (it's fine, you'll be glad to hear - I was!), off to the coast.
Heading onto the M3, picked up a plater in a yella jacket. Had a long convo about truck driving, his most recent job, after acquiring a Class 1 licence - better paid than answering the 'phone for the BBC complaints department! Dropped him at Eastleigh, came off the M3, round a few roundabouts and we found the industrial estate where he was to pick up a truck for delivery. Yes chums, it's hard to get jobs, even with a Class 1, so my man was earning his spurs delivering trucks before scoring a proper job. I also found out that skiing was a compulsory subject at his home - that IS cool!
So check out theurbanmonk.
Oh yes, he got out, effusively thankful, and left the special red plates in the van, on the dash. I didn't notice until I was about to turn onto the M3 again, so did a U-ie, headed back and met him looking somewhat disturbed, running up the road as I appeared at the end of the road. Good luck mate, I'll keep reading the blog, and I hope mine isn't too boring (but it is... try the earlier entries!).
