30-04-2015, 10:12 AM
Talk of company fuses reminds me of years ago, lived in London in a three story Victorian house, single bitch cable ran up under the road to door footpath, under the doorstep, up the middle of the hall and terminating in the cupboard under the first flight of stairs. The LEB as they were known then, in their wisdom decided to instigate a program of changing up the older style company fuses to the more modern cartridge type so one morning this young chap from the leccy turned up to do the honours, asked where the installation was, and under the stairs he went. A minute later he was back out, "can't do that one guv, never seen one like that, not sure which is which on that, gonna get me mate in" and off he goes. Half hour later, tap tap on door and in walks this old boy who must have been over retirement age, popped under, exclaimed "Cor... a Lucy Oxford, ain't seen one of those in years" and promptly got on with the job his younger couldn't handle. All of ten minutes work if that, new box on and the 1940 fitted double company fuse box (fuse for live and fuse for return) was away.
The new box didn't look as tasteful as the old one, a real work of art that one.
The new box didn't look as tasteful as the old one, a real work of art that one.
