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December 7, 2012 · 9:47 am

Meanwhile, In Doncaster… Part 4

Time for the last of the pictures from my positively delightful little stint in Doncaster.

: Ordered ribs at the hotel, or tried to anyway… This has to be a joke.

: The tiny little airport in Leeds, about an hour from Doncaster. This is where I went to pick up Ms. Müller when she flew in for my birthday weekend. I’m a lucky boy.

: The only thing better than having an astonishing amount of work to get done is having an astonishing amount of work to get done but not being allowed to do it…

: Ah yes, power plant lunch. I guess technically, by definition, that is a ham and onion sandwich…

: Artur and Peter. The Polish guys we had working with is this job. Good guys, and they did great work. Here they are running our fusion splicer. First time we’ve ever let any of our help anywhere near this machine…

: No guys, thanks you. You were awesome.

: The Hoss. Some pro darts player. If it wasn’t soccer on the telly, it was darts. It’s sad, but by the end of the trip I was recognizing dartists.

: In some random porta-shitter at the plant. Either someone else from Colorado is up in here installing some laser equipment, or Glendo had a little fun with his Sharpie.

: Just messing around with the camera on my phone. Saw it had color filters. Wanted to try them. Saw a dude wearing blue. Kinda liked the shot.

: European power plant elevator graffiti.

: Another requirement for my next job, along with climate control and not spending 200 nights a year drinking along in hotel rooms, is that I want to work someplace where there aren’t penises drawn all over everything.

: The view from our break room.

: No shit… That makes sense. I kept trying to go up…

: Back in the British Wal-Mart. Apparently the Brits are still watching movies like it’s 1987.

: When I saw the prison shitters at the first plant I was pretty disappointed. When I saw this crap at the second plant I immediately missed the prison shitters.

: About 4 weeks into the trip Glendo and I finally found a decent place to eat. The Toby Carvery. Good stuff, if not too belated to do me any good…

: The tip I left for the poor maid that had to clean up after my ass for 35 days. I hope she likes Corona. And Becks. And the one remaining shot of Polish Vodka that Artur and Peter gave us as a parting gift. By the way, that vodka is dangerously good. And I don’t even like vodka…

: And finally, power plant sunset shot.

Mercifully, that’s all from Doncaster. Easily one of the worst jobs I’ve been on in my 5 years of doing this crap. I’d love to say I’ll never be back there, but I know better.

Don’t be a stranger.

-B. Littleton

Meanwhile, In Doncaster… Part 3

Time for some more pictures from Doncaster. Not of Doncaster mind you, there’s nothing worth showing, but it’s been a bit of adventure anyway. While my actual camera was conspicuous in its absence this trip, my cell phone saw a fair share of action taking pictures of random funny British crap and power plants. And don’t worry. We’ll get back to the beaches of Uruguay real soon.

: Who possibly could have imagined that the dude in the middle there was a serial child molester? I mean, guy looks like a straight up dude.

: My breakfast. Ate this almost every day I was out there. It was atrocious. We left the hotel every morning before actual breakfast was available, so… this was it.

: The foggy-ass view of the nothing outside our hotel. Early-winter weather in England is just awesome.

: Seriously? the “Contractor Facilities” at one of the plants we worked at. Felt like I was shitting in prison.

: Now I’ve seen a lot of crazy safety posters and crap in my day, but the urine color hydration chart was a new one.

: The jobsite. And people wonder why I didn’t really enjoy my time in England….

: Scenery was stunning.

: And with our days off, we’d make the 20 minute drive to the Abbey Road Launderette. Place was a hole.

: But at least they have a nice little shop inside…

: I believe there’s a hole in your wall… Cool shot, but shows you just how dirty and dusty these power plants are…

That’s all for today. Coming soon, the last installment of Meanwhile, In Doncaster…

Don’t be a stranger.

-B. Littleton

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December 2, 2012 · 9:01 am

Meanwhile, In Doncaster… Part 2

Pardon the interruption. It’s been a crazy few weeks full of travel, family stuff and blue screens of death on my computer. Anyway…

Time for some more pictures from Doncaster. Not of Doncaster mind you, there’s nothing worth showing, but it was a bit of an adventure anyway. While my actual camera was conspicuous in its absence this trip, my cell phone saw a fair share of action taking pictures of random funny British crap and power plants. And don’t worry. We’ll get back to the beaches of Uruguay real soon.

: Fuck it dude. Let’s go bowling. Certainly isn’t a whole lot else to do… By the way, the British are atrocious bowlers. Even the adults were using bumpers. No wonder we rebelled.

: Ah yes, the glowing Robin Hood Monument in Doncaster. Not really. It’s ASDA. Apparently ASDA is how the English say Wal-Mart. Like how they say chips instead of french fries or whatever.