tips into cork was satisfying, but he was happy to let the old hands have a go, since the pint might foil his aim.
People he didnât know would call in a friendly way as he walked into the canteen: âHey up, Bert!â His name went up on the notice board and after a few more sessions he was let in on a match, though feared heâd never be as good as most others on the team.
During an hour or so when there was no sweeping, or lifting, or trolleys to push, and it looked like someone had hammered nails against the arrowed hands of the clock face, he had time for thinking, and didnât much like it. The heavy load in his mind was asking to be sorted out, and that wasnât what he had taken a job in the factory for. A voice he didnât trust said the only course was to pack up at his digs and get on the train to another town. Life would be interesting again. The challenge of the unknown would get his blood jumping.
âSlowinâ down a bit, arenât you?â Archie said.
Herbert leaned on his brush handle. âIâm bored out oâ my clogs.â
âYouâre gettinâ used to it, thatâs why. But donât let it get yer down, the first three years is the worst. Just âave a word with the chargehand and tell âim yer arenât mekinâ it pay. Tell âim yerâve got to mek it fuckinâ pay, or youâll gerra job somewhere else. Things might look up, then.â
Herbert thought it best to be inconspicuous. Another place would be just as boring, and thereâd be less chance of being recaptured if he stayed where he was.
âIt gets fucking monotonous working on a lathe as well,â Archie went on, âbut at least Iâm mekinâ munny, so it donât!â
The best way to diffuse the blues was to flash up the Stalag towers of his school. He swept a coil of swarf from Archieâs lathe, like the discarded tail of a steel piglet. Eileen looked as if trying to weigh him up â what for? â and not for the first time he noted her blush as she turned away. One of the women beside her said: âGo on, he wainât bite yer!â
He might, one day, if he got the chance, and decided to be pleasant in her presence and see where it got him. The dungarees over her bosom in no way hid the shape, and her headscarf only scantily covered glistening auburn hair. Hard to imagine thereâd be much chance with such a favourite of the department, though she wasnât near as stuck up as Dominicâs sister had been.
He marched across to the viewing tables, in response to her shout: âCome on, Bert, get these boxes out oâ my sight.â
The first one slotted on to the trolley. âTek yer sweat. Youâre workinâ me to death.â
âWe all thought youâd faint when you first come into the factory,â she said. âYou looked as if yerâd never done a dayâs hard work in your life.â
He leaned close to smell her powder. âYer was wrong. Iâve worked since I was fourteen.â
âWhat made yer so strong, then?â
âBovril.â He pushed the trolley away. âAnd Oxo,â he called over his shoulder.
Arthur Elliot went off sick, so Herbert was set to work on his lathe. âWeâll give you a day to get used to it.â The chargehand thought him a bit daft to be writing the instructions down. âAfter that weâll set you up on piece work. Weâll find Arthur summat else when âe comes back.â
âNow youâll be able to GRAB!â Archie bellowed into his ear as he passed on his way to the lavatories. âJust like me!â
Herbert practised for an hour, and next morning the chargehand came to see how he was getting on. âHave you done this before?â
Herbert flicked the turret ninety degrees, adjusted the sud pipe, and eased in the drill. âNo, never.â
âYouâre on your own then, from now on.