Priceless gems of our industrial history.
When I was an apprentice with not much money [ some things never change ] the dynamo went on my trusty BSA, an enquiry at the local motor cycle shop told me to take it to Harry for repair but I was warned to enter the premises with it behind my back, listen to what he had to say and ignore everything.
Then just say “I’ll leave it here and come back next week ” and leave.
Now Harry worked out of an old stable block behind his house [ I can see a bit of deja-vu here ] so I walked into this tiny, scruffy, dark workshop with bits of electrical gear strewn everywhere with said dynamo behind my back. As soon as harry spotted me thru dirty cracked glasses he shout “And you can F&*k off and take that Dynamo with you “
How did he know I had a dynamo with me ? So after a tirade of abuse which for a 16 year old used to a sheltered upbringing [ Bus shelters, air raid shelters etc ] was very off putting i announced that I’d put it on the corner of the bench and come back next week.
“Do what you like, it won’t be done” was the reply so I crept out not knowing what was going to happen.
Went back the next week to the same tirade of how hard he had to work on utter crap that people kept bringing him but on the corner of the bench was a repaired and repainted dynamo.
That’s thirty bob and don’t come back was the reply, I paid and as I was leaving I spotted a cuckoo clock on the wall, someone had pulled the cuckoo out it’s hatch and tied it’s extending linkage into a knot so it hung down all forlorn with a note round it’s neck that read.
“There no tick here” I had to smile. “Tick” being the local term for credit.
Over the years I got to know Harry quite well but he never changed, why did he have to ? He was brilliant at his job and I’m sure he enjoyed it but he would never let on.
These were what we knew as Characters.
John S.