Allan Dell.

img_0157-1I have known Allan Dell since 1973 when on my first day at work Bob DownsanKissMyArse warned me that Porks battered metal type with gay abandon. “He wears hobnailed boots and then struts his stuff over the type formes,” Bob whispered’
At the time I thought that Bob Downs may have been a devious and spiteful person, but in time I released that Bob was an honest man who could not tell a lie. It was true!
From that time on I dreaded the call, “Parham go down and fix Porky’s forme  again. “Help him out will you, he’s shagged up yet another job”. “And by the way, don’t forget to take the whole bloody type case this time!”
I was literally terrified of a man that I have now grown to Love!
In 2009, one morning I awoke from a dream with a shudder and felt ashamed. I realised that I had let 36 years pass under the bridge and still  had bot forgiven a man for those battered pieces of lead type so many years before…
Mr. Dell, our Beloved Luncheon Leader, you are indeed an Old Guv Legend!
PS: My favourite story about young Porks was that during his Printing Apprenticeship on a particularly hot day he had been asked by the senior printers to go out and get some milk, bring it back and put it on ice to keep it cold.
When it was time for their tea break imagine their horror when they found out that our hero had got the milk, taken the top off and poured  it all over the top of the ice in the work sink. It was useless!