Revolting electricians

When I stop for a month to rest my aching wrist (I think it’s caused by too much writing), a new writer from Southampton takes my place.

I’m left feeling like a jilted bride, or a small child who has been promised a lollipop, only to find that the shop is closed.

I’m an old electrician trying to understand what the hell Part P is all about. You get the picture? Everything changes, and change is good – generally.

Our next exciting change is the 17th Edition. Suddenly we have an abundance of training courses being offered. The NICEIC, the ECA and Megger, to name just three.

Your ‘Wiring woes’ writer Roy Bone thinks that the older you get, the wiser you get. Oh no, the older you get, the more money gets fleeced out of you by outfits trying to train you – for your own good.

Of course, I know Roy Bone. We are in the same ECA branch together and, I suspect, have both been mentally targeted by the ECA Hitman for daring to speak up at branch meetings instead of just eating the sandwiches and mumbling incoherently in agreement.

It’s good to see that Roy is sending in his views. Rise up brothers from the South, I say.

We have often been called revolting, so let’s show these electrical organisations how revolting we can be. What I do object to, though, is that Roy won the drinks voucher. He knows I was collecting those.