I have to say that I don’t think I’ve ever seen Butler Sheetmetal quite as busy as this past couple of weeks during a brief trip back.
Matt had half the workshop taken up fabricating a rather large Moroccan-style seating arrangement, John was piling up stainless steel morgue tables like nobody’s business and Jasper and Craig had been sent down to London town to fit some stainless steel doors at some swanky bar a cough and a spit away from Lizzie’s pad.
Oh, and Phil was nibbling his notcher or notching his nibbler.
There was mild panic amongst the ranks as Jasper realised somebody had forgotten some brackets and that they had to be with him before 10pm that same evening. In true Butler Sheetmetal style, it was deceided to send me rather than spend an extortionate amount on a courier.
I really should know better.
It’s probably best not to linger on how the directions were slightly skewiff, or that everybody was asleep when I tried calling as they’d been up for most of the previous night and part of the morning and were trying to catch up with a bit of kip before thay started again that evening. It’s also best to ignore the fact that I didn’t return home until 4am as the M1 and M6 had both been closed at certain junctions for necessary roadworks.
But, if I was feeling a tad peeved then I’m sure you can sympathise with Craig and Jasper who couldn’t fit a carrot once they got round to it as the job hadn’t been measured correctly in the first place (not our fault btw). Subsequently, everything that had been fabricated was out of kilter and required adjusting.
Still, it doesn’t quite beat the time Jasper went down to London to fit a job and forgot to pack any underpants. A couple of days into the job and John received a phonecall from Jasper the Jock asking if John could send him some down.

Of course he could……what size?









Lovely blog. I found it because I was looking for a photo of Robert Robertson! Keep up the good work.
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