In the 1980s Widnes council wanted a new sewer system to carry industrial and chemical waste. This sewer followed the river Mersey and railway joining up the chemical factories to a collection/treatment works. The concrete tube needed protecting and I had the unenviable job of painting on 2 coats of epoxy resin 15 m underground. The manholes were around 500m apart for access and we had diesel generators for electrical supply and lighting.
Getting into the swing of things and a few weeks in, turned up in the morning , unloaded the van, all materials down the hole, fill generator with diesel (good for 5 hours) and start-up and down we went. 250m in to yesterday's finishing point. Set out your day's work, mix resin and hardener (good for a hour) and start rollering it on. 15 minutes later, lights flicker and go out!!!! Pitch black. Crawl, staggered walk out to the tiny pinprick of light 250 m away, up the ladders and pop out to find a bunch of gypsies burning off last night's haul of railway cabling using the diesel out of our genny as start up fuel. Cue Irish accents: "Aw, all right lad, didn't think you'd mind if we had a little of your diesel to start up our fire." ????
Ever so slightly outnumbered and knowing there was a great big hole behind me and out in the wastelands of Widnes, I had to be indignant/diplomatic and uncharacteristically tough in putting my point of view across. (At least the genny wasn't on fire.) No mobiles in those days; the nearest phone box miles away. No coppers in sight, apart from that slowly emerging from its plastic casing as the black smoke merged with that from the distant factories.
Detente was reached, I filled up the genny and gave the remainder to my new friends with the promise they would leave it alone?? Which to be fair they did. Back down the hole, crawl/stagger to find a hardened 15l bucket of epoxy, which was 75 quid back then. We ended up 10m short of our target that day, but had an early finish, and then an undeserved ear bashing from the boss when back in the depot.
