Monday, 21 May 2018

THE MIDDLEWICH DIARY FESTIVAL QUIZ 2018


The competition will consist of five rounds:



1: The Canals of Middlewich.
The Trent & Mersey, the Shropshire Union and the diminutive Wardle Canal. From Rumps Lock to Croxton Aqueduct and from Stanthorne Lock to Brooks Lane Bridge....
what do you know about our town's fascinating network of canals?

2: MUSIC ROUND - The FAB Festival, past & present.
Five questions on this year's artists, and five questions on artists from  festivals past.

3: CALL MY BLUFF.
The ever-popular Call My Bluff in which Mr Roberts gives you three alternative meanings for ten obscure English words. Which is the correct one in each case?

4: DEAD OR ALIVE?
Another old favourite. Ten famous people. Are they still with us, or have they shuffled off this mortal coil?

5: PICTURE ROUND.
Ten pictures of people in the public eye at the moment. Who are  they?

Rules:


1. Teams can consist of as many (or as few) people as you like, but we recommend the traditional quantity of four. £1 entry fee per person.


2: The quizmaster's decision is final, no matter how drunk he gets.

3: No cheating. Or getting found out, at any rate.

4: Bribes enthusiastically accepted.

Question master: Dave Roberts
Quiz Co-ordinator: Peter Cox.

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First published 7th April 2018
Re-published 12th April 2018, 27th April 2018, 1st May 2018, 21st May 2018


Friday, 18 May 2018

MIDDLEWICH TOWN CRIER COMPETITION 2018 (ARCHIVED)



Middlewich Town Council
THIS YEAR'S WINNER OF THE SALT TOWN TROPHY
(AFTER A CRY-OFF)
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(Otley Bellman)
RUNNER UP
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(Sandwell Town Crier)

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Tuesday, 15 May 2018

BEFORE THE MIDDLEWICH DIARY: MIDDLEWICH POLICE STATION

HERE'S ONE FROM MAY 2011





From Facebook 15th May 2018

You always used to be able to gauge a town's importance by the size and appearance of its local police station, and here we see Middlewich's former substantial premises, built in Victorian times, which stood in Queen Street, close to the site of the present station but closer to the road - more or less in the space which is the approach road and car park for the current station. The change to a smaller building had less to do with rising or falling crime rates, and more to do with the Cheshire Constabulary and the way it was organised. The old station had a solid, reassuring look to it which the current one lacks. On the roof is Middlewich's air raid siren, later used to summon the fire brigade until a new siren was placed on top of a tower at the new fire station in Civic Way. The siren system was replaced by individual alarms in firemen's homes and then by a bleeper system in around 1970/71.
I don't know if the siren in Civic Way still exists. If it does, and it ever sounded, it would frighten the living daylights out of us all. This picture is dated 1972.




Facebook Feedback:

Geraldine Williams A few years ago the siren was always sounded to mark the end of the two minutes' silence on Remembrance Sunday.

Dave Roberts  My late Mother always maintained that she saw a flying saucer hovering over this police station in 1970. All very intriguing. She was certainly the last person you'd suspect of imagining things, or indulging in flights of fancy.





For some reason this photo didn't make the transfer over to the Middlewich Diary until 2016, when we were able to expand a little on the above.

Here's the Diary entry:


MIDDLEWICH POLICE STATION 1972

Monday, 14 May 2018

BEFORE THE MIDDLEWICH DIARY: MOANING ABOUT THE MOANERS

Here's one from May  2011. Just a little bit of early Folk & Boat Festival memorabilia (adapted from an ERF Training manual). The real interest lies in the Facebook comments, featuring members of the original festival's organising committee  turning the tables on all those woefully misinformed  Middlewich Moaners. The subsequent feedback, from 2018, shows that all those  dismal mutterings from the more stupid element of Middlewich society obviously still rankled...

From Facebook, May 14th 2011


Now that festival fever is upon us once more, I thought I'd preserve this little piece of festival history. In the early years of MFAB we used to pin this on the doors of the various pub and club rooms we used for meetings. After a few years, the picture came closer and closer to the reality.


Facebook Feedback:

Ian Murfitt I remember many meetings like this one, the exception being the end of year financial meeting when we all stared at the floor, buttocks clenched, awaiting the pronouncement of the treasurer, whilst the rest of Middlewich muttered about what we did with the vast profits.


Stephen Dent What did we do with the vast profits? Oh, I remember now everyone in Middlewich made money except us!


Ian Murfitt Someone had a go at me last week about it. Working on that festival cost me a fortune, but Middlewich knows I was pocketing the vast profit, generated when they spent all weekend in a pub.


Dave Roberts Yes, we were all out of pocket running that festival. I recall the auditors telling us off because we didn't even claim all the expenses due to us. I'm afraid the new organising committee will have to put up with all the insinuations now. Personally, I've always felt that anyone making such accusations without even an iota of proof can go and...er...well, you know...


Stephen Dent Yes I feel sorry for the new organisers.

Editor's note: The references to the 'new organisers' comes about because 2011 was the year that the Town Council took over the running of the festival after it had run into financial difficulties. The 'new' name, 'Middlewich FAB Festival' dates from this time.

Facebook Feedback (May 2018)

When this little bit of Festival memorabilia was revived in May 2018, it attracted the following feedback:

Lizzie Rosenfield-Boyle Oh Dave I could tell some stories about meetings I’ve attended. And the hours I put in - and the sheer pleasure I experienced being a part of the team running said hugely successful festival.  And did I stand accused?! Of course I did ... yeah right. See you in the Bahamas!

Martin Rivers The old saying "no good deed goes unpunished".

Paul Williams In the early years we depended damn near entirely on John Mcateer coming up with grants to kickstart the whole thing. It was certainly not going to pay for itself. Let alone let organisers put anything in their own pockets. It was always on a knife’s edge. People simply won’t believe you’ll give your time for nothing and there are enough dodgy accounting stories where that has been the case that they feel justified in their opinion. Not true of course. Community spirit abounds everywhere. Not least at the Middlewich FAB.

Dave Roberts
Johnny Mac was, and remains, my all time hero. Most people will never know how much he did for this town with, as you say, pioneering work on the Folk festival and vast contributions of time and energy to help make the local football club what it is today. I always had the perfect, time-honoured phrase to use on those who'd sit and mutter into their pints, criticising the way the festival was run without, of course, ever volunteering to help in even the smallest way. It's 'Non-bowlers off the green'. Even the thickest knuckle-dragging member of the Keep Middlewich Miserable Campaign could understand what I meant, and it annoyed them no end. Which is always good, of course.


Sunday, 13 May 2018

BEFORE THE MIDDLEWICH DIARY: RICHARD DEVANEY IN A KILT 1973

HERE'S ONE FROM MAY 2011


From Facebook, 13th May 2011

For Mr Ian Murfitt and all his other fans, here by popular request is Folk & Boat Festival founder and life president Richard Devaney at the 1973 Carnival.

Facebook Feedback:

Liz Mcguinness  Haha!! Love it!



Geraldine Williams
Was his headgear the prototype for Princess Beatrice's hat....??!!


Ian Murfitt A truly magnificent specimen.



Liz Mcguinness Yes it'll keep the kids away from the fire Dave!!


Angela Appleton I remember babysitting for Richard Devaney when I was about 15, sure he had twins. They had a Jack Russell dog and everytime I moved it growled at me. The babies were crying and I didn't dare get up.



This unforgettable image featured in  one of the first entries in the Middlewich Diary when it became a blog in June 2011. The classic photo was re-published with this caption:

'The already notorious 'Richard Devaney in a kilt' photograph, taken at the Middlewich Carnival 1973. If you look closely, you can see that Mr Devaney is also sporting some quaint kind of headgear, but we must stress that the sunflower is not part of it. Mr Devaney does not wear giant sunflowers on his head (though we wouldn't put it past him).'



Thursday, 10 May 2018

THE LAST DAYS OF ERF MIDDLEWICH



by Dave Roberts

When we talk about the last days of ERF Middlewich, we need to be perfectly clear that we are talking about the last days of the ERF Service Centre which opened in 1971 and closed in 2000. 
We are not talking about the make-believe 'factory' which was built at the end of Middlewich's truncated stub of a 'by-pass' at the fag end of the 1990s, and was so obviously not really intended to be a factory at all, but a warehouse. 
Which is precisely how it has ended up, with all its production facilities long removed. 
The last I heard, that 'factory' was a distribution centre operated by Wincanton Logistics.
ERF has been wiped off the face of the earth and it is not for us to speculate on how and why that happened. The whole sordid story can be found in the archives of many a truck magazine and journal. (See 'A Sad Allegory' - link below)
No, we're talking about the real ERF Middlewich, built on part of what had once been the ICI alkali works halfway along a public footpath which rejoiced in the name of Poppityjohns




The part leading from Brooks Lane to ERF was made into a road and christened Road Beta which, as a name, is hardly much of an improvement.
And from 1971 until it all came to a juddering halt in the year 2000 ERF Service Centre was the hub of ERF's parts distribution network and also provided at various times vehicle repair facilities, training schools, production lines and more.
I'm writing this in the early hours of the 12th of September 2017. This is my 65th birthday, and the day on which, if things had worked out as planned, I would have been retiring from ERF. But things didn't work out as planned. They very seldom do. 
I worked at ERF Service from 1974 until it closed in 2000. By that time it was plain that the Service Centre's days were numbered and that we were all going to be moving to the new 'factory' across the railway line and a couple of fields away from where we'd been working for all those years. 
The word factory is in inverted commas, like so much concerning the end of ERF in this diary entry, because so many of us remember the feeling we had at the time that the wool was being pulled over our eyes and all was not as it seemed.
The problem was that ERF stores wouldn't be moving to ERF Way as the spur road off the 'bypass' had optimistically and, as it turned out, unfortunately, been named.
We'd heard tales of some autocratic ERF exec spotting the words Parts Distribution on the plans for the new site and abruptly drawing a line through them. 
Whatever jobs we were all going to do at the 'new place', they were not going to involve spare parts.
Like all management, then and now, the management of ERF considered everyone who worked for the company, particularly at our lowly level, to be mere units and completely interchangeable.
This attitude was what put an end to my career with the company on my first day at the 'new place'. But that's another story.

Before ERF Service passed into history I took a few photographs, mainly to capture for posterity some of the people who worked there and the place where we all spent our working lives. I fully realise that they will be of little interest to most people who never worked there, and quite a few people who did. 
But these photographs, mundane and workaday as they might be, are at least a record of a Middlewich workplace which has vanished never to return, and of just a few of the people who worked there at the time.
The photographs aren't in any particular order, and don't try to tell a story. 
But they do, I hope, give a flavour of ERF Middlewich seventeen years ago. What better way to spend the day I should have retired than looking back at days which have, like, I'm sorry to say, a couple of the people pictured here, gone forever.

That white box on stilts was the Goods Inwards (or Goods Receiving) office and underneath was Steve Farrington's domain. Steve was responsible for unloading, unpacking and checking deliveries. He'd then pass the advice notes to myself and Mr J.S. Davenport in our eyrie at the top of the stairs.


Steve's domain. Note on the left hand side of the bench the computer which I can't recall Steve himself ever using. Like most shop floor people at ERF he regarded computers as the devil's work, and made a lot more use of the broom seen on the extreme left.


A general view of the Goods Inwards office at the top of those stairs. The eagle-eyed observer will notice a portent of the future, in the form of the logo affixed to the computer screen in the foreground. A future which was, unfortunately, to be very short-lived. 
Note the printers by the window. These were used for printing Goods Inwards Notes(or 'GIN' notes) telling people which location in the stores to take spare parts to.
Because of another one of those inexplicable management decisions you'll notice that the paper stock used to print these notes was a vivid - almost fluorescent - orange colour. This was to ensure that anyone with even a slight hangover (which was most of us, most mornings) would end up with a blinding headache when trying to read them.
Occasionally these printers were  clandestinely used for printing posters etc for the Middlewich Folk & Boat Festival. You had to be very very sure which printer you were sending your illegal poster to, though. If you'd made a mistake and sent it to, say, the printer in the parts manager's office, the consequences don't bear thinking about...


Here's a rare photo of your Middlewich Diary editor in uniform making a very important telephone call (probably concerning the Folk & Boat Festival). The fact that
the stores are in darkness (as evidenced by the windows) tells us that this was probably taken on one of those Friday nights when we'd spend hours waiting for spares to reach us via the M6 which, then as now, was the most accident-prone motorway in the country.




Everyone at ERF Middlewich had, apparently by law, to have some sort of a nickname. Thus we were always surrounded by people called things like Ferret, Weasel, Hippo, Stumpy, Wingnut, Arkwright, Goyle and so on. There was at one time a concerted effort to christen me 'The Prof' because of my having a preference for the clerical side of  working in the stores, the fact that I took to working on a computer (the work of the Devil, let's not forget) like a duck to water, and the fact that I refused to contribute my full quota of 'f-words' to the daily conversation. Just to prove that I could hold my own with anyone on the shop floor I only went and passed my fork-lift truck driving test. This was conducted by Mr Terry Carthy who, as well as being the FLT instructor in 1987, was also one of  our foremen. Perhaps not the best foreman in the world but, nevertheless, wildly popular with everyone. You'll note that my precious licence only entitled me to drive counterbalance trucks. The much more difficult reach trucks were only for the truly talented. It's worth remembering that Steve Farrington (see above) didn't have to take an ERF fork lift driving test, on the grounds that it was he who  taught Terry (the instructor) how to drive the trucks in the first place. That's how ERF rolled in those days though, to be fair, Terry had to go on an instructor's course somewhere or other before he was let loose on the rest of us. Eventually, of course, this whole silly 'in-house' FLT driving thing had to be abandoned and people had to take properly accredited courses run by people who really knew what they were doing. But at least my passing of the test - to the minor astonishment of all, including me, led to the dropping of the 'Prof' nickname. You never see a Professor driving a fork-lift.


Something of a rarity - in fact unique in my experience - a lady storekeeper. Her name was June, and if I ever knew her second name, I've forgotten it.
Update: Our old friend 'Anon' has put forward the name 'Proudlove' as June's second name.



Also brightening the place up somewhat was Theresa, an agency worker brought in to help out with our 'heavy workload'.


So little time...so much to do....just a tiny fraction of our 'heavy workload'. Note that someone appears to have dumped the telephone on one of the paper trays, possibly through sheer frustration after being 'mithered' once too often by material control at Sandbach.


Here's Theresa again, this time with the late Harry Bayley.



Andy Newall, once described by one of the foremen as 'doing the work of ten men'.
The foreman was Andy's brother-in-law, mind you... Actually, somewhat ironically, the last time we had news of Andy, he was a fork-lift truck driving instructor. A proper one...



 Andy Newall again, this time with Herbert Hampton, a distant relation of the author, 
and thus dubbed 'Cousin Herbert'.




David 'Brisket' Briscall. Note, in the background, the whiteboard with the words 'ERF SERVICE 1971-2000' written on it. 



Even a clapped-out old whiteboard has a tale to tell. That tale is told in ''A Moment in Time' (link below).
                                                       



The 'high-racking stores', invariably referred to as the 'new stores' due to the fact that they were built later than - you've guessed it - the old stores. Special guided trucks operated here, very much on the same principle as guided buses and it was possible, when using 'lift trucks' (from one of which this photo was taken) to climb right into the roof of the building. An ideal method of getting out of the way and hiding from the foreman for a while.


Originally  published on the Foden and ERF Enthusiasts Group February 2018

The late, and still very much missed, Steve Farrington. At work...


...and at play, in the White Horse one Saturday lunchtime in the 1990s. That's Steve's brother Peter on the right.
Steve was a true friend and, as I've said, we all still miss him after his untimely death a few years ago at the comparatively early age of 61.



It's That Man Again! Here's Steve, pictured in October 1997, on the phone to someone or other (most probably Material Control) sorting out just one of the endless series of problems which beset us every day of our working lives. Apologies for the damage to this print.                                                         (Photo added 3rd October 2017)

First published on the Foden and ERF Enthusiasts  Group, February 2018
Note: When the above was published on the Foden and ERF Enthusiasts group someone responded to my warning about the story being 'a little on the naughty side' (put there out of politeness, because one never knows if delicate flowers who are easily offended might be looking in) by saying that if I thought that this was ' a bit naughty' I must have a 'very tame' sense of humour! OMG, as the expression goes - anyone who has ever worked in a factory environment will know that the sense of humour generated in such a place could never be described as 'tame'. Totally lunatic, bordering on the psychotic, would be a better description...😁

Mr Mark Wayne Brett Nevitt, storeman extraordinaire. Now working for Network Rail as a signalman.


The 'square'. The area where goods were unpacked and checked ready to be placed in the stores. Mr Nevitt, ever eager to be photographed for posterity, adopts his 'I'm getting some work done, honestly Terry!' pose.


This dark and almost completely useless photo is included because it is the only known photograph of Mr John Stuart Davenport (in the background with red hair and blue shirt). We never were able to get a photograph of his face (which, some would say, was just as well). This photo was taken in the old, ground-floor Goods Inwards office (one of several we had over the years) which was very vulnerable to the attentions of fork-lift drivers who spent a lot of their time bending its tin walls, the chief exponent of this practice being Cousin Herbert Hampton, who also liked to bend the metal shutter doors of the stores about twice a week.


First published on the Foden & ERF Enthusiasts Facebook Group, April 2018




The somewhat unprepossessing main entrance to the ERF Service Centre. The office block shown here no longer exists (although the main buildings are still in use). The single story building on the left was, in the 1970s, the works canteen. In the 1980s, in the days of mainframe computers, it became the 'Computer Room' where huge spools of magnetic tape whizzed to and fro and little lights blinked on and off in the approved manner.


..and here's one of the terminals that mainframe computer would have been connected to. A CRT monitor with the then standard green-on-black screen and the letters ERF made up of smaller characters, something we all thought pretty impressive at the time. This was not even our first computer system. The earlier one, introduced at the very start of the 1980s, was in just plain black and white and the terminals had valves in them, just like your old-fashioned TV set. They had to be 'warmed-up' each morning. Later, like everyone else, we moved to desktop PCs. An interesting piece of ERF ephemera the like of which you'll never find in any museum of the British motor industry. You'll note that the user no. and the password necessary to log on to the system are plastered over the front of the terminal in Dymo tape. Computer security, ERF style!




And here's something else you won't find in any museum of the motor industry. Dave's V.O.R. board, rescued from the ruins of ERF Middlewich in the year 2000. It's just a crummy old clipboard but, just by chance, it has preserved a tiny bit of ERF history in the form of the various labels stuck onto its surface. They were stuck there because...well...where else would you stick them? Rest assured, there were various suggestions, of varying degrees of obscenity, at the time. At the top of the board are the dreaded words 'Held V.O.R.'. Each day we would list parts which were expected to be delivered and were to be set aside for that greatest of emergencies, a 'Vehicle Off Road' (V.O.R.). Any vehicle which was not running (and earning revenue) needed to be back on the road as soon as possible, of course, and this is where we listed those vital parts, ready to be sent out to the network to remedy the situation. But let's take a look at those stickers: The Gardner Diesel parts ones were stuck on every part received from the works in Patricroft, and just for good measure, the company would also send us great wads of the things with every delivery. The smaller Gardner sticker reads: 'Remanufactured at the Gardner Engine Plant, Patricroft, Manchester' and (a sign of the times) 'Specialists products from the Perkins Engine Group'. Then there's the standard 'Genuine ERF Parts' sticker, from the time after the 'Sunpar' (from 'Sun Parts') label had been dropped. We'd stick these all over various spares, sometime removing the manufacturer's label to do so, sometimes not. Then there's an 'intERFfit' label for the ever-increasing number of parts which would fit both ERF and other makes of trucks. 
There's a blue 'Stock Rotation Required' label and accompanying April, May, June, Oct stickers for such things as vehicle batteries, and the notorious green and orange stock labels to be affixed to goods inwards notes (GINs). The green ones indicated that one of the team of inspectors was needed to check that the parts in question were up to spec. For ordinary run-of-the-mill parts, a simple orange 'Pass Direct To Stock' label was used, creating great opportunities for the foreman to blame anyone and everyone if something went wrong. Then there's a standard ERF Genuine Parts label and a white and orange label used in the high-racking stores which, unusually, doesn't use the standard ERF logo. But it's that 'Encore' label which sticks in the memory. 'ERF Encore' is an obvious name for a range of re-manufactured parts and the company used it for several years before quietly dropping it. Sometime in the 1990s ERF decided that its range of re-manufactured parts should once again be given a special name. Almost unbelievably, no one could think of a name, and so the company asked its staff if anyone could come up with one, even offering a cash reward. Some bright spark came up with 'ERF Encore' and was thus paid for giving ERF back one of its own trade-marks. All the time that original 'Encore' label was sitting there on my clipboard, and I was wondering why the company didn't seem to have seen it before. It's a cliche, I know, but you couldn't make it up. You really, really, couldn't.
(originally published in the 'Foden & ERF Enthusiasts' Facebook page, 9th May 2018.)


The other side of the board contains a simple injunction asking people to refrain from nicking  it, clipboards of all types being much in demand in all stores. By the time the year 2000 came along, no one cared.
(originally published on the Foden & ERF Enthusiasts Facebook Page, 10th May 2018)


For the final time - I promise - here's that clipboard again with a piece of paper listing just a few of the thousands of part numbers we dealt with day in and day out for all those years. Sadly there are no descriptions on this list of parts received from 'ERF Production' (our name for the Sandbach works) without a valid purchase order (which we needed in order to book the parts onto the computer system). If you're wondering how it could ever be possible to supply parts without a purchase order, we wondered the same...constantly...What was really going on, of course, was that ERF Production's stores were periodically having clear-outs of parts which were less in demand as production of certain models was reduced. They needed the room for new parts for newer models and so used the service stores for the overflow. Thousands and thousands of parts were sent to us this way as 'stock transfers' on little white notes ('STS' notes). The part distributor network used the same tactics under the guise of 'stock returns' and we'd all work hours and hours of overtime checking the old, dusty, frequently rusty and occasionally damaged parts into our stock, filling our limited space to bursting point.
(an abridged version of this was published on the Foden & ERF Enthusiasts Facebook page on the 10th May 2018).


A general view of part of the ERF Service stores. The 'square' is in the foreground, with the 'high racking' stores beyond.


A group of storemen (or, to use the more correct term 'storekeepers') at the end of the high-racking stores in 2000. The gent with the white shirt on the left is John
(or Jon?) Owen, a larger-than-life character from Birmingham, inevitably nicknamed 'Brummie'.

As the time drew near for the move from Brooks Lane to the new, pretend 'factory' the company began transferring equipment to 'ERF Way'. Here local firm Paces of Arclid loads fork-lift trucks in the yard, ready for the short trip 'up the road'.



Moving out. Off down Brooks Lane to Kinderton Street and then to ERF's brand new promised land in a field near the sewage works.



Poster produced  by ERF inspector Frank McPhillips, one of the first people
to have his own personal computer at home. Note that the entertainment was provided by the Salt Town Poets, early forerunners of Salt Town Productions, without whom you wouldn't be reading this!

To ERF Management, of course, the closure of the ERF Service Centre was of little consequence, or interest. The parts operation was contracted out to a firm with facilities in Burton-on-Trent, and we were all given the great honour of teaching some of the new company's staff how to do our jobs so that we could be 'phased out' and given completely unsuitable jobs on the 'production line' at ERF Way. 
Although it may not have mattered a jot to the powers-that-be, some of us thought that the passing of the Service Centre deserved at least a little respect and ought to be marked in some way.
Accordingly, storeman John Smith, who had been staging Sixties Revival Nights at Northwich Memorial Hall, got everyone together for a social evening at the Pochin's Club just at the end of Road Beta (the building, formerly the ICI Club, is now home to Middlewich Community Church).

The former ICI/Pochin's Club in Brooks Lane, Middlewich, where we all gathered in October 2000 to commemorate the end of nearly thirty years of the ERF Service Centre.

I recall making a short speech in which I said something along the lines of, 'the management may not care about ERF Middlewich, but we do. We've all worked together for so many years, and we think it's only right that we celebrate the fact.' Words to that effect, anyway.

The Salt Town Poets sang a song I wrote specially for the occasion, The Storekeeper, and there wasn't a wet eye in the house.

The words of this  little ditty, telling the story of my working life at ERF and the closure of the Service Centre, are featured below:

THE STOREKEEPER
(Tune: The Wild Rover)

1: I've been a storekeeper for many a year,
And I've spent hours and hours wishing I wasn't here,
Booking in all the parts for your ERF truck;
But now I'm disheartened, and...don't really care....

Chorus:

And it's no, nay never,
No nay never, no more,
Will I play the storekeeper...
No never, no more.

2: I've booked in your gearboxes, propshafts and things
Such as nuts, bolts and washers and fuel tanks and springs,
And pins, flanges, screws, hinges, spacers galore,
But I never will play the storekeeper no more.

Chorus

3: And now things are changing, our time here is spent,
They're shifting the whole lot to Burton-On-Trent,
Where things will be perfect, all sweetness and light;
And if you believe that, you'll believe..almost anything...

Chorus

4: Rip up all your picking notes, burn all your GINs,
A new day has dawned, a new era begins;
And it's quite plain to see, as they show us the door,
They don't want us to play the storekeeper no more.

Chorus

5: And if you should wonder why we've gone to hell,
The answer is ringing out, clear as a bell,
But we'll try not to worry, we're sure we'll be fine,
You can stick your spare parts where the sun doesn't shine.

Chorus

6: Farewell to the old stores, farewell to the new,
Farewell to Goods Inwards and Goods Despatch too;
Now God alone knows what these years have been for,
But we never will play the storekeeper no more.

Final chorus

© Salt Town Productions 2000/2017

Notes:

Verse 1: Most of my working life at ERF Middlewich was spent 'booking in' parts, at first by hand on notes later sent in batches to an IT firm in Manchester which compiled weekly print-outs of stock figures. These print-outs were always wildly out-of-date, of course. From the early 1980s I did the same job using a succession of computers.

Verse 3: A logistics firm was brought in to examine our parts distribution network, and concluded that it should be 'outsourced' to a firm operating from Burton-On-Trent, giving greater efficiency and effectiveness. We were, as you can gather, sceptical about this, with every justification as it turned out.

Verse 4: A 'picking note' is probably self-explanatory. It was a list of parts required by a customer with the stores location of each one on it. A storekeeper (usually a member of the legendary 'White Stick Gang') would 'pick' the parts from these notes and take them to the despatch dept. A 'GIN' was a Goods Inwards Note, used to put incoming parts into their correct locations. Well, most of the time...

Verse 5: The gentleman who masterminded the transferring of the parts stores from Middlewich to Burton-On-Trent was a Mr George Bell. An alternative location for those parts is also suggested here...

The song went down a storm. So much so that we had to sing it twice.

A memorable evening and, as Dave Lewis said on the night, 'only right and fitting'.


This door, at the side of the old ERF Middlewich office block was the one I used when I left ERF Service for good in the winter of 2000. Again, this was only right and fitting, because it was by this same door that I first entered the place back in 1974 for the interview with Bill McArdle which led to my working there for 27 years.

By contrast, my working life at the 'new place' lasted less than one day.

I'll never forget my time at ERF. I made some good friends and, of course, one or two enemies.

We all knew deep down that we were on the way out and that we were living through the last days of the independent British truck industry. 

And I think that, despite everything, most of us were proud to be a part of an industry which 'flew the flag' for Britain right to the bitter end.

Photo: Commercial Motor

This diary entry will be added to from time to time, as more photographs come to light.

If you have any which you think may be of interest, please don't hesitate to send them to us.

Dave Roberts
Middlewich
12th September 2017




UPDATES



Promises Promises...Here's a piece of ERF ephemera from the days when 35mm slides were the norm for presentations, rather than the now ubiquitous digital projectors attached to laptops. Most probably dating from the early 1990s, it's obviously just one of a series of slides shown to people from the parts distribution network to chivvy them up and get them passionate about selling diffs, gearboxes, propshafts and a myriad other spares, including everyone's favourite,the time-honoured 'No 10 pins' (said to be a remnant of the first ever parts list for ERF 1 in which the parts were simply numbered 1,2,3,4 etc. Part no 10 being a shackle pin for a road spring). Like all the best Middlewich Diary ephemera, this slide was rescued from a skip.
ERF 1          Photo: Truckphotos
(15th September 2017)



Promoting ERF. No self-respecting truck company would be without its enamel promotional badges, and you'll still see them pinned on lapels, hats and other bits of clothing at vintage vehicle rallies all over the country every year. These are a few unusual specimens sold on Ebay in 2013. Click on the link (below) for details.
22nd February 2018


That distinctive ERF typeface, which was used, with various different embellishments and variations, on the front of trucks built from the 1950s until the company's demise in the 21st century. We never did find out if it had a name, or whether it was specially developed for the company or just 'borrowed' from someone else. Does anyone know? We'd be interested to hear from you if you do.
22nd February 2018


(From Christine Foster)
(l to r) CHRISTINE FOSTER, ? , ANN ADDY, EVELYN MALAM, SUSAN MITCHELL
Photo taken outside the ERF Service Service Centre office block, early 70s.
(Can anyone supply the missing name?)
15th September 2017





(Basically factually accurate, but occasionally veering off
into fiction and fantasy)
SEE ALSO:  
                                                  STRANGE VISITOR
                                                        ERF BADGES
                                                        ERF SERVICE 1971-2000 (revised Sept. 2017)
                                                  EVERYTHING STARTS WITH AN 'E' (1990)
                                                        A MOMENT IN TIME (ERF MIDDLEWICH 2000)
                                       

First published 12th September 2017
Updated 15th September 2017
19th September 2017, 3rd October 2017.
Re-published with additions 19th February 2018, 22nd February 2018, 25th February 2018, 29th April 2018, 10th May 2018