A Miner Inconvenience

Posted: September 29, 2012 in Uncategorized

I worked as miner once, how gay is that? Not this wussy automated mining that they mostly do today, but the hardcore manly type that they’ve been doing for a hundred years. It was gruelling, dangerous, unhealthy work but in a strange way, I miss it. The mine I worked at was a fairly large operation with around two thousand people employed there. Every morning (or evening depending on the shift)  we would cram into a cage that would take us two thousand feet underground. One of the favourite pass times of these tough miners was to grab each others balls to see them jump in so confined a setting. (or maybe it was more about a secret longing to grab other men’s penises). We would then spend the day sweating away attempting to drive our rods into holes. After drilling these holes we jam packed them full of explosives and eagerly made our way back to the cage that would take us to surface. We once again crammed into the cage, our sweaty, wet, oily bodies rubbing against each other. We then made our way to the shower room where we scrubbed the filth of of our slim naked bodies. We finished by drying and changing and otherwise making merriment with each other. Finally we patted each other on the backs, bid each other adieu and made our way home all the while confident in our heterosexuality.

A picture of a Jackleg driller. I really did use one of these.

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Comments
  1. barnabyd says:

    Some of that sounds a lot like when I’m playing baseball. Mostly the shower room part.

  2. yepirategunn says:

    I remember some British miners who retrained as teachers to teach English in Eastern Europe in the early 1990s, when their mines had been closed down. They were first class guys, and blew the socks off the academic twits who were already there..