by Alan Beard Dillon Kydd The first day there I was given over by the foreman to this brash lad, all darts, car and disco. As he showed me how to fit the pit prop together he gave me some chat about girls, about his souped-up car. He made allowances as it was my first day for my incompetence with the handheld crane. The foreman frog-eyed and plump was friendly to me, told me about his sons in the army. I worked at it, applied myself — not too successfully. One bloke, scrawny,