As recounted here before, in every energy co I worked for I always took every sensible opportunity to visit the plant - and make my staff do the same. In an intrinsically physical business, a decent first-hand understanding of the hardware, the people that operate it, and the issues they must deal with, is IMHO damn' important for every one of a multitude of reasons. (That includes getting the most and the best out of those folks on a sustained and sustainable basis, BTW.)
With that as one's attitude, one quickly gets to share the disdain of the folks at the plant for those who treat the industrial nitty-gritty as something rather alien that happens somewhere, who-knows-quite-where, but in any case a long way from London & the Home Counties. Is "Teeside" on the River Tee, perhaps? It is in this spirit that over the past few days I have caught two different broadcasters offering the following couple of gems:
"Scunthorpe get its raw materials** from somewhere called Immingham ..."
"... the port of Immingham, in the North East of England"
That would be, errr, the second largest port by tonnage in the UK - wherever this obscure place might actually be. Finally and at last, today I heard "... from Immingham, 20 miles to the East". A simple and correct relativistic formulation which absolves them from knowing where either town actually is.
Of course it's also somewhat rich to hear Greens and progressives of the non-labourist ilk eulogising belatedly over retaining a domestic, coal-fuelled virgin steel manufacturing capability, for building all that wonderful Net Zero kit, new houses etc etc, doncha know? Well yes, here at C@W and its BTL friends, we always did know. Pig-ignorant metro-gits.
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** I swear the whole weekend went past without that convenient blanket euphemism "raw materials" being explicated as dirty old iron ore and COAL