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I thought they were uncomfortable to work on. Always took the seat out, and stood with one foot on the deadmans, and leaned out of the cab window. If we had one on a ballast (usually on the crane), you knew you were in for a long night.
The worst job at Bletchley as secondman was swapping the shunter over at Rugby. Guaranteed 12 hours! 15 mph all the way, no aws, and you usually got put inside every loop. Funny enough, Rugby men wouldn't work from their place and meet us half-way.
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