Wedg1e
They call me Mr. Bodge-angles
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DV27 rings a bell, IIRC next best thing to a K40 for bragging at the bar. This is stirring up memories, some best forgotten too!
Oh god aye, memories of the DV27... my mate Paul Whitley from Keighley (last heard of running a hotel in the Midlands) had a manky brown (harvest gold? ) Vauxhall Viva and someone had nicked his DV overnight. I had one on a cruciform alloy tube groundplane up in the loft (still at home with the folks then) so as it was really important to drive up onto the Moors (Carlton Bank, Brightspark will know it ) and spend the night huddled in the car shouting CQDX and winding up the muppets in Middlesbrough, I volunteered to climb up and get the DV down. My parents' house has quite high ceilings so the usual means of access involved a stepladder from the garage, however we were in a hurry so Paul offered to give me a leg up. To get back down I stood on his shoulders but my shoe dug into his neck and when he twisted away from the pain I fell out of the loft and landed feet-first on the old dear's Electrolux cylinder vac that she'd left parked in its usual spot on the landing. I swear my right foot twisted 90 degrees sideways; the pain was horrendous but I made it to the car and off we went.
By the time he dropped me off home at about 0500 my calf and ankle looked like I'd borrowed it from the Elephant Man. I got the shoe off and all this fluid in my leg drained down into my foot. By the time I got up at lunchtime it was every colour of the rainbow. The bloody vacuum cleaner didn't have a mark on it...
There was a codicil to this story: when he got up to go to work the next afternoon someone had nicked MY bloody DV off his car...
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