My Dad, Albert Bennett worked at The Met from 1936 to 1984. He ended up as night manager and they made him redundant when he was 62. As a child I was really proud to tell everyone that my Dad worked at Metropolitan Cammell Carriage and Wagon Company Limited. One of the lads in my class lost his Dad when he was crushed under a sheet of metal that fell on him from above at The Met. he could only have been very young. I remember the Christmas parties and Saturday nights at the club, particularly the smell of the cheese and onion cobs behind the bar. I worked there myself when I left school as a tracer in the drawing office and well remember the roar of the chaps in the factory when I had to take drawings to the print shop. My kneees used to knock when I was asked to go over there. This was in the late sixties so I used to wear mini skirts like everyone else and walking up the open metal steps to the print room was awful. It was good natiured, I now realise, but really hard to deal with when only 16. Anne