Popsie was a lovable man well in his 70s, Owned a plant hire business just outside of Cove..He was always interfering in a nice way, he used to turn up on site with bags of doenuts and cream cakes ."there you are boys get stuck into them" anyway one morning back in the late sixties, it was a cold and frosty morning, and I was trying to get the boiler alight to cook the pig swill in. But this bastard fire would not light, I was cussing and kicking the boiler in frustration when the door opened and in breezed dear old Popsie. "What’s up boy" he said. "Oh I can't get this flipping boiler to light."I replied, with that Popsie flew out of the door, and a minute later came back with a Jerry can of petrol. "What you going to do Popsie", I said in a alarmed voice, It's alright Charlie he said this a fix it"..with that he opened the boiler door undid the can and and threw half a can into the fire grate, well you guessed it, there was a small flame still burning in the fire, the stream of petrol caught light shot back to the can, the can exploded, throwing popsie back against the wall, he then ran out of the shed with smoke streaming from his hair, shouting "GET THE FIRE BRIGADE" GET THE FIRE BRIGADE"; well I just fell around laughing,it was so funny, Eddy came in "What the hell have you done to Popsie". Nuthing i replied the silly old sod just
tried to light the boiler..
"I tell you what Charlie" Eddy said scratching his head. "That man will be the death of me"...........
