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I am feeling nostalgic, does anyone else miss the old days of commercial archaeology when you could just roll out of your tent in the morning and be on site in five mins nursing a terrible hangover? If health and safety said no shorts in summer, we said no matter and craftily wore sarongs. Am I looking at the past through rose tinted safety goggles?
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I do miss those days - but they sound more like the days of pre-commercial archaeology to me.
Although I miss those days, I would never go back - partly for good professional reasons, and partly because they are not terribly compatible with marriage to a non-archaeologist or with parenthood.
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This past is a foreign land to the majority of field archaeologists working today; similar to the 'more people alive today than have ever died'. I concur that today gives us a better package of employment and prospects than then - if only we could have more of our workload focused on viable archaeology rather than the often fruitless seeking of archaeology. At least pre-planning guidance you knew you would actually be going out to work on the real stuff.
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Ahh.... happy days... I have to travel to far off lands now to have that fun now....
where H&S stood for Hangovers and Se.....................
Most people I see now don´t remember these days cos they are too young... blimey one cracking site I was on in those days.. was redug recently... the diggers had not been born then! which made me feel very very old... but as 1man says... not compatible with marriage.. or relationships... but then again... that had its up side tooo
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They won't let you wear what? Good grief. As far as I'm concerned saftey clothing means taking off one's flip-flops to mattock because you get a better grip in bare feet. Maybe it's time I got out of the office (without leaving the country).
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Those days are not quite dead. Within the past few years I have done a number of survey jobs for a small company (which shall remain nameless) where the attitude is still 'sling a tent in the van and we'll worry about where to pitch it when we get there'. On one occaision the somewhere turned out to be a back garden belonging to someone we me in a pub and on another it was the verge of a country lane in deepest Somerset. I realise that this sort of thing probably horrifies some people but I find that it does make an occasional welcome break from the standard 9-5 predictability.
"Hidden wisdom and buried treasure, what use is there in either?" (Ecclesiasticus ch20 v30)
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Quote:quote:Originally posted by SalonKitty
I am feeling nostalgic, does anyone else miss the old days of commercial archaeology when you could just roll out of your tent in the morning and be on site in five mins nursing a terrible hangover
Surely the thing was never to roll out of ones own tent but always out of someone else's!!.
"The Canvas Jungle' as my mate Robbie once described a CEU site in deepest Hampshire.
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Quote:quote:Originally posted by kevin wooldridge
Quote:quote:Originally posted by SalonKitty
I am feeling nostalgic, does anyone else miss the old days of commercial archaeology when you could just roll out of your tent in the morning and be on site in five mins nursing a terrible hangover
Surely the thing was never to roll out of ones own tent but always out of someone else's!!.
"The Canvas Jungle' as my mate Robbie once described a CEU site in deepest Hampshire.
I've heard about some of those CEU digs. They allegedly reached heights of depravity and debauchery that we could only dream off:face-thinks:
I certainly don't have any desire to return to those days,though.For one thing, I don't think my joints could withstand a prolonged stay in a damp tent these days, nor would my innards be able to cope with the 12 pints of Old Scrotum that it seemed compulsory to drink every night.
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To young to remember those days lol
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I did once wake up to find myself surrounded by a ring of melted plastic and scorched earth. Burnt my tent down and didn't even wake up due to vast consumption of intoxicants. Did anyone work at eton rowing lake?
