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The most horrific tale of the week comes from Yorkshire. One of my northern friends who works for a large engineering company described how one day last week, when the temperature was in the high seventies, he watched a lorry driver wrestling with conditions more suited for horsedrawn traffic than for a thirty-two-ton artic. Cursing and sweating, the driver inched his vehicle over a narrow cobbled road and tucked it through the tightest of tight entrances determined to get as near to the loading bayas possible to pick up his cargo. After all, his round trip was 200 miles and here he was at the end of the first 100 with only a few feet to go before
being loaded. Inch by inch he edged backwards and the vehicle came to rest neatly in line with the bank. The manoeuvre would have done justice to the CM Lorry Driver of the Year.
Safely parked, off went the driver in search of a dispatcher to organise the load_ You may not find it difficult to picture his surprise when he found that the cargo for which his head office had sent him was a parcel 18in square and weighing 21b. The whole trip must have. cost well over £100 and consumed 30 gallons of fuel. The great pity is that the person responsible is unlikely to read this criticism. We hope we don't have that kind of reader.