by Dan Bysouth
Seeing that photo of a Morrie Thou reminded me of my very first day in a body shop. It was a Tuesday doing work experience at a small family run shop in the town where I went to school, Woodbridge, and the shop was called Jock Skinners.
I turned up early and excited to be met by a chap who was the charge hand. He handed me a half inch spanner and asked me to start removing all four wings from the Minor. I eagerly set to work, being careful not to lose any bolts or the sealing strips; I was having a ball. While I was working an older gent came in and put on a pair of white overalls. As he walked past he asked who I was . I told him my name and carried on working.
Two hours later at tea break I learned that the second guy was Jock Skinner, the owner. He told me that he was impressed with how I just got on with it and as a result instead of doing just three Tuesdays at the shop, I spent a whole year there, weekends and holidays too.
At the end of that he called a friend of his who was a body shop manager in a big dealership in Ipswich and recommended me for a job. I got it and started my apprenticeship. It was strict but fair and I will always be grateful to Mr Jock Skinner, God rest his soul.
Thank you, Dan