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  1. Hi, Simon. I took worked at Kerry Ultrasonics as well, also for about a year, though a few years before you. I was a young bloke at the time and worked in the ground floor office. Whilst there were some great people working there, I found the overall working environment to be oppressive, and the firm seemed to epitomise all that was wrong with what remained of British industry at the time.

    For example, there was a guy just through in the production area who worked the folding machine that made the frames and side cladding for the machines. He seemed to spend hours banging away at this metalwork with a hammer. One day I asked him why he did that and he told me the machine needed calibrating at set intervals (I think it was every 3 months or so) but they wouldn’t pay £100 for someone to come in and do the job, reducing him to his daily hour or two of hammering.

    I remember the MD having a couple of the old boys downstairs in his office and, on my way to the relatively secluded 1st floor bog where I would retire with a book every afternoon towards the end of my time there, I overheard him haranguing them at the top of his voice. I was both stunned and embarrassed for both men, who were absolute gents, both with a wealth of experience and quietly approaching retirement. Not long afterwards, he came in the Three Horseshoes at Willian when I was in there on a day off and my girlfriend promptly began taking the piss out of his hairdo, calling him a ‘hunk’ loudly enough so that he couldn’t have avoided hearing.

    Anyway, I wasn’t happy there myself and, when the time came for me to be laid off, I was more relieved than anything. Naturally the Sales Director, who did the deed, tried to present it as a disciplinary matter and suggested when scheduling the meeting that I resign after lunch, something I flatly refused to entertain. The production director (whose real name I do recall but won’t post here) was in the meeting with us and was visibly upset about the way I was being treated, which was quite touching, despite my being completely sanguine about the whole thing.

    Whilst, overall, it was a fairly grim experience, there were a few laughs to be had with the production manager and his assistant, a few of the reps, and some of the lads on the shop floor. I also heard tales of some spectacular accidents which led to the complete destruction of a few larger machines in transit from an old boy in despatch as well.

    It was a chance conversation that reminded me of the place – and led me to your blog. Thanks for posting this and helping re-paint a picture of a part of my past I had completely forgotten, Simon.

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