RIP my mate Terry
Brilliant bloke. Words can never say what a great guy Terry was.
He was an engineer, an arse, a top bloke.
Once not long ago we were working on a project where he'd made a load of spouting to deliver flour, coming down a pipe at 26 tonnes an hour (a lot of flour), and he was on the phone to me to turn the system on and dump this white fluffy nightmare into a tub on wheels.
We filled the tub, which took about 4 seconds. Terry hollered into the phone "WE'RE GOING TO NEED ANOTHER TUB, HANG ON"
I turned it off and shouted back "WHAT? ANOTHER TON?"
Terry: "No, another TUB, you deaf cunt! STOP. STOP!"
"Another ton?" I yell.
"FOR FUCK'S SAKE TURN IT OFF!" Terry responds, politely.
It takes a while to stop. I go downstairs to the warehouse and as I go through the door Terry is there with a handful of wet flour in his mitt and he shoves it in my ear. We go to the pub. We laugh a lot.
I'll miss the fuck out of Terry. He had cancer, he knew, he didn't have all that long. He NEVER fucking moaned.
Next time you lot go on twitter and go "meh" and "pfft", bloody well think. Or you might get the pointy end of the penguin's tongue.