Navvies

From a play I wrote called 'Navvies' about some railwaymen who go on a trip to Wembley to watch Castleford RLFC (the rugby league team) in a Challenge Cup Final.  In this scene, Mick is talking on his mobile to his brother, Jack.  The conversation turns to their work on the railways.  It is entirely one-sided, I have left out Jack's side of it, so what you are reading are just the words of Mick.  

Mick went down on the special train with workmates, whereas Jack, who is more henpecked, drove with his wife and children.  The train is stuck somewhere in the East Midlands.  This should be read in the West Yorkshire vernacular (Castleford area):

NAVVIES

"Well we left 'ouse at one-thirty in' morning."

"This is proper rail tour stuff, tha know, not for faint hearted".

"Through to King's Cross.  Timings."

"Tuesday?"

"Yes, we need to lie at depot at six fifty-three, so start out at five-fifty."

"What?"

"What?"

"Well why do you sleep on train?  I have to get up at half past six."

"It's prep day, barriers on walkway."

"What do you mean?"

"No P-i-C, no Person In Charge, so you just sort of have to get hold of whoever is driving and establish a clear understanding."

"The HST is a nightmare to shunt, driver can't see, that is some more risk, because the driver can't see, has to come out".

"Well how did it happen?"

"Fuel tanks at depot, then?"

"Pure diesel."

"Listen.  Listen.  LISTEN.  You need to decide on a story and stick to it."

"Well it was an accident".

"I don't know what it was after privatisation, anyway.  All boiler shot is now pure diesel."

"They're rebuilding buffet wagon in carriage shed."

"No.  I can't sae nowt.  I'm hanging up now.  Just tell Jim that you had a signal and clear to go."