It made absolutely no difference to anyone else Barrett, really was a strange place to work

As I think I said before, there was really no management on site, just the old Head Brewer, who was a nice guy, just about to retire, and a foreman - heck, the foreman was happy to punch your time card for you, he was just like the rest of the guys!

Whitbread's, the company who owned the brewery, really couldn't afford to have a strike or any kind of stoppage, the loss of a single day's production would have just been too costly for them, but they had this really belligerent drunken workforce!

Probably the funniest thing that happened while I was there was when the brewery workers found out that the delivery drivers had had some sort of beano, and demanded to know where there's was! They kicked off about it, so to placate them Whitbread's arranged an event on a Saturday afternoon, there'd be a lunch, and free drinks, and what have you, and they'd even get paid double-time to attend. So they issued these nicely printed invitations, 'Whitbread's Brewery cordially requests the pleasure of the company of Harry Bloggs and guest', and handed them out to the workers. "What's this?! 'And Guest'?! What's that about?! Our lass'll be wanting to come! I don't want her spoiling the fun!" So they had to reprint the invitations! So, the morning of the event came, and everyone came into the brewery, being paid double-time for an entire shift (they were supposed to work until noon, but nobody did). A coach took everyone to a local Working Men's Club, where they were offered free beer. "Free beer? I get that everyday. I want whisky!" During the meal, there was to be a speech by some young executive from head office, who delivered praise and encouragement, but eventually had to abandon his speech under a torrent of abuse from the drunken brewery workers!