Caught in the Act...
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From Barbara A. Cartwright (hgv Class 3) of Eccleston, Lancs, comes a letter in verse She — I can't tell whether it's Mrs. Miss or Ms — must have been reading Frank Lyon's farewell note (CM December 17). Barbara says.
This Sex Discrimination Act Seems awfully strange to me, For now I am a lorry driver A female hgv.
I get my load, and sheet it up With ropes I pull and puff, And when the lads see I'm a lass The don't half get the huff. Taking our jobs they often moan, No man's work left they tend to groan, But they can complain just as they like We'll keep on driving, not go on strike.
So there you are, fine gentlemen, Curse us all you can And you loaders, dockers as well 'Cos we all think we're mighty swell.
But she adds: "The lads are usually grand and helpful, and.
three cheers to them for keeping things moving."