Lorry driving is a terrible job, and the returns don't warrant the responsibility, dangers, and hardships.
The only good thing about it
was the "freedom to be king of the road".
Those days are long gone; the Scottish were the best in GB, punching up and down with beef.
But nowadays, with all the congestion, traffic, dick-heads, every place you turn, tacographs, ministry spot-checks, old bill, and general hassle, it ain't worth £40 an hour.
The Yorkie Bar girl in the lorry park gets more than that!
Even Stobarts near went out of business, and, they had the fkn tesco contract.
Those prats depress everything they touch; on behalf of a public fed on bull -s t, and living in a fool's paradise of make-believe.
the big supermarkets bust everybody with their tactics. It is not sustainable.
How tf do I know?
I used to go out as a"lorry-driver's mate" when I was thirteen. I loved the freedom.
'Twas hard work off-loading by the hand, but, after that, we went a'searching for a load to take back for a bit of bunce. Ain't no good travelling empty.
Some days the driver was so tired , he'd go off the road into a farmer's field and back out another. I'd wake up , if he hadn't bothered to open the gate first.
Then he'd give me a bo licking and a clip round the ear.
Everything was always my fault.
The good old days! I was just as happy when I went in the coal mine. But, that was badly paid, so I went to Australia.
Like the British Empire, it ain't never coming back.
All folks want nowadays is playing on their phones and roaring about at 2am around Muckdonald's carpark, with Ford Fiestas that would wake the dead, with the fireworks in the exhaust.
People have had it easy, and they ain't prepared for the wake-up call, 'cos they never had to do anything in their life.
So, there's not much can be done, till we get a new generation that ain't been spoilt by anti-social media and easy living.
Good luck, everybody! We're gonna need it.
My day is gone.