[Closed] A Real Man’s job.

Drac - Moderator

Not sure they’d get away with this kind of advertising now.

No they'd have to come up with some kind of gender neutral non specific non discriminatory equal opportunities advert. We wouldn't want to discourage the stampede of women who would otherwise be dying to become coal miners 😆

Yeah because now memes took over and anyway all the SJWs have policed all of our ads so snowflake cucks and feminazis.

Or something. It would be cool to denigrate delivery-bicycle-riding pooftahs who are grocery-fetching girly-men. We could do it via a National Advertising Council or somesuch, but until after Brexit we're stuck with the PC brigade.

*edit, haha cross-post. Kind of 😉

Cute girls love a bit of Black Lung.

Yep nursing lung cancer.

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A bit of COPD did no one any harm.

As well as testicular cancer, apparently high rates amongst miners and other "dirty jobs" due to sticking your hands in your pockets... perhaps as this won't affect the women as much they could use that as an advertising hook.

Cute girls love a bit of Black Lung.

Typical snarky libtard response. If it was down to you lot we wouldn't even have mining we'd have to use electricity made from unicorns and kisses.

Anyway, girls like men dirty. The whole POINT of the ad showing the bicycle-poofter was that he wasn't a real man but he'd get hot chicks and a motorbike if he'd stop being so wet and man-up.

The 'mining' example could equally well have been any other realman's job, the mine wasn't the [b]focus[/b] of the ad. The focus was our Nation suffering not brain-drain but testicle-drain caused by pop music and drugs and leftie politics. It could have equally been mechanics or engineering or blasting in a quarry or the Army. I'm sure cuckolded snowflakes will try and frame it as some kind of 'scandal' as if the country was short of miners so decided to play on young men's insecurity/emasculation-fears by using 'hyper-masculine gender stereotypes' or some other bollocks.

This is the problem with lefties - when they meet hard truth it feels like an unstoppable force and threatens to explode their paradigm/glittery safe-spaces. But rather than face the truth and change themsleves, they just try and change the truth. And it ALWAYS comes back to bite them in the ass. Brexit. Hahahahahah. No more girly-men shopping on bicycles. Women of England* have had enough of perfumed ponces in tight jeans.

*If there are actual any women left. Hard to to tell these days with Jezza's self-conscious gender-neutral army of human lettuce-leaves. Watch my words be deleted. PC brigade are everywhere..

Smash the gender pay gap and get women down the mines.

Ha, soft girly mincer coal miner fairies, they wanna try shipbuilding, I've literally got a dozen bee-hatches teabagging me right now. Literally.

Thought this would be about TDF posts, never mind...

@tom, me too!

Thats where i obviously took the wrong apprenticeship, Paul.

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Come and work down t'pit and you might get your leg over.

I mean, come on, in what era would people fall for such obvious bullshit?

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Malvern Rider.
Out of interest what do you do for a living?

Looking at that poster, I reckon my Dad must have seen it, because that's pretty much what he did, as an engineering graduate, he became a pit-face fitter, repairing the mining machinery.
Then striking dickheads did him a favour when he wouldn't strike (As he had me to feed....) and they harassed him until he left and he left and went to work for Metal Box, where he spent the rest of his working life, and was earning a jeffing fortune by the late 80s. He did work hard for it though, 14 hour night shifts 7 days a week sometimes....

Don’t forget £120m to call a failed election..

And by a Woman, a Woman ...

Where’s the ironing..

@malvernRider The ad was by and for the NCB! The focus was clearly on working for NASA or maybe a unicorn farm 🙄

I don't think he's being serious.

FFS malvenriders post was blatantly satirical, anyone taking it seriously really really needs to have a word with themselves.

Indeedy, and beautifully written.

Lol

just for the record, I work for a mining company.
grrrr.

@brakes please tell me you are called Paul and are earning £10 a week 😆

actually one out of those two things is true 😀

and I did used to find it hard to find women.
but that was mainly the wife's fault.

Couldn’t find any satire in the post.. maybe it’s too subtle.

Invocation of Poe's law complete 😉

Sorry times ...

From my days of working on the coal health compensation scheme I remember that it was a real man's job back until thatcher came along . . . Well, women (and children)had been banned from working in mines in victorian times. The thatcher government then overturned this on the basis gender equality - shortly before she did all the other pit related 'malarkey'.

So you could say it really was a man's job.

...and to wrap-it all up with a subtle winky-face finale.
Chapeau Malvern Rider.

I remember that poster from technical college.
My Grandfather emigrated to avoid a life down the pit - horrible job apparently.

I remember that poster from technical college.

I thought it was a spoof ad from an old copy of Viz 😳

Much s****ing here at folk taking Malvern Rider's post seriously!

I am also now pretty certain I know brakes from many many years ago (unless the true fact is he's only on £10 a week).

Much s****ing here at folk taking Malvern Rider seriously!

A first!

(Considers career in Nationalist/Chauvinist politics)

I only worked in a coal mine for 13 months but it still took two weeks to stop coughing up black phlegm, guys I was working with had been at it 40yrs - since the days of George Orwell's road to Wigan pier which is an eye opener if you've not read it.
Seems hard to believe I once spent my working day crawling around underground in the dark.

(Considers career in Nationalist/Chauvinist politics)

You have a flair for it, clearly. 🙂

Any interest in rabble-rousing?

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For women we had this.

Tonic wine was 15% alcohol. Which would take the edge of things, I'd expect.

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Any interest in rabble-rousing?

Not really. Used to be good back in the day when it took some effort. All you need do nowadays is eat a bacon sandwich after shagging a bird.

The rabble will be so aroused that you won't be able to move for reporters. Snowflakes, feminazis and meat-rights advocadoes will respond by first throwing open our borders to muslims and then chaining their own hands to a fence outside of Starbucks.

At this point when you really want your rabble apoplectic then simply buy them a coffee, first asking:

"The barista would like to know, what is your name?"
'' ...K'off Yerfrignfascist"
"No, your Christian name please?..."

Nice to see they offer equal opportunities for members of the kkk to do the tech course as well.

Tonic wine was 15% alcohol

Was?

It very much still is.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buckfast_Tonic_Wine

[i]It very much still is.[/i]

Really, I had no idea. No wonder these long days of home working pass in a haze despite regular restorative glasses of tonic wine.

Anyway, girls like men dirty

*ahem* Weinstein *ahem*

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Tonic wine [b]was [/b]15% alcohol. Which would take the edge of things, I'd expect.

theres no 'was' - bafflingly you can still buy it. The 'added iron' and syrupy texture makes it taste a bit like you've been punched in the mouth. Despite being pretty strong booze (compared to most wines back in the day) the 'tonic' aspect meant that it was sold in chemists rather than off licenses. Back when licensing laws were stricter it meant you could buy it during the day when the pubs were shut. The perfect Tramp Drink (Buckfast was marketed the same way - it became the go to jakey drink - Sex on the Bench - because you could buy it when off-licenses were closed)

My friends mum when I was at school used to buy Sanatogen for the presumed health benefits, not really away of the booze content she was half cut pretty much all the time.

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maccruiskeen - Member

Tonic wine was 15% alcohol. Which would take the edge of things, I'd expect.

theres no 'was' - bafflingly you can still buy it. The 'added iron' and syrupy texture makes it taste a bit like you've been punched in the mouth. Despite being pretty strong booze (compared to most wines back in the day) the 'tonic' aspect meant that it was sold in chemists rather than off licenses. Back when licensing laws were stricter it meant you could buy it during the day when the pubs were shut. The perfect Tramp Drink (Buckfast was marketed the same way - it became the go to jakey drink - Sex on the Bench - because you could buy it when off-licenses were closed)

My friends and I were big into Buckfast during our student days - it's a cult drink in Ireland. It held a kind of self destructive fascination for us. If I drank a full bottle of it I would completely lose all memory of a night out. Everything gone. But you could be certain some seriously ropey hijinks would have taken place.

It has so much caffeine and taurine and various other chemicals in it that (imo) you can be brain dead drunk, but still ambulatory, energetic even. In order to prevent blacking out I used to mix half a bottle of buckfast with vodka and redbull as a carryout. I've never taken speed but a friend of mine who did compared my Buckfast and vodka/redbull cocktail to speed without the peak.

In retrospect I think we may have partied a little too hard during our student days 😕

Proper drugs were a bit hard to come by, presumably...

Dickyboy
Seems hard to believe I once spent my working day crawling around underground in the dark.

I suspect that, metaphorically at least, most people spend most of their time at work in that ^^ state....... 😆

jimjam - Member

My friends and I were big into Buckfast during our student days - it's a cult drink in Ireland. It held a kind of self destructive fascination for us. If I drank a full bottle of it I would completely lose all memory of a night out. Everything gone. But you could be certain some seriously ropey hijinks would have taken place.

If you go to T in the Park, there's empty 2 litre glass bucky bottles everywhere. But you can't buy it onsite, and I can't even get in with a bottle of water. So the only conclusion is that these are all being smuggled in internal cavities. Don't get me wrong, I like a drink but these bucky drinkers are more commited than I.

Probably just lobbed them over the fence in the general direction of where they would want to stand. I have mixed emotions about my memories of sucking warm buckfast through a tube, which was connected to a bladder which my mate had taped to his upper thighs in an effort to smuggle bucky into Black Sabbath. Or Maiden. Or some band I think 😆

I was far more civilised, two litres with some ice in my camelbak Havoc - straight passed the Garda at Ozzfest. I even carried some decoy lager so they wouldn't search any further #genius.