For most of the time since
last years dig Ivan has been digging around the country - (rarely being
home in Salisbury) having to stay with various chums.
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The Other day Ivan was having
a quite drink or five with some digging friends in a quite little pub down
the Old Kent rd. Ivan kept his friends riveted with his digging stories
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He told them how much
of the year had been spent on various sites up to his whiskers in mud
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Ssome of the site were pretty
wet and Ivan had to come up with some clever ideas
to keep dry and get the archaeology done (always knew there was a use for
hard hats).
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There was also the day that
Ivan came third in the silliest hat competition in the site hut -
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Another day Kev (his project
officer) came to regret asking Ivan to get the dig equipment - he forgot
to get a VAT recipt!!
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Ivan did manage on occasions
to get it right showing great enthusiasim to get this urn excavated - although
he may have been slightly mislead when he heard somebody talking about
"barrel urns" |
As usual Ivans chums had
shown him their usual respect when it came to Ivan stepping up fromthe
ranks and acting as a supervisor on-site. |
At homeIvan was having a
few problems with the new neighbours, Ivan described how he had heroicaly
dealt with the trouble makers and resotored the peace (putting 10 year
old whisky into a six week kitten is not recomended and the RSPCA may want
to have afew words with Ivan -however Wellie would prefer an Islay malt
next time! HiC!).
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After the nights session
at the pub on the Old Kent road Ivan had a slight suprise when his charming
aquaintance from the previous night turned out not to be the cute female
rat he'd thought she was after 15 pints of Old Thumper
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So Ivan suddenley remembered
he should be digging somewhere and headed for the first Train North on
his way to Dunragit
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However after a slight disagreement
over the cost of the fare and the realization of how many "pints" it would
cost to get there Ivan resorted too other means
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