621 andy
Were those winching manuals entitled Mayfair and Playboy per chance?
I was winching a barge one afternoon when the cable broke just in front of the winch. As usual the cable drum brake wasn't working too well and the broken end of the cable proceeded to thrash the protective grill below my feet. Got the drum stopped eventually and climbed down to await the arrival of the Land Rover with the other broken end. I then became aware of what I can only describe as ball ache. I spent the next two embarrasing hours at the Cosford Hospital as a very attractive nurse picked shards of metal out of my thighs and scrotum. Conversation was rather difficult at this time especially as her mates kept popping in to see if she wanted any help.
That night, whilst sitting on a very soft cushion in the bar, I noticed two fragments of winch cable embedded in one of the lenses of the sunglasses I had luckily been wearing.
Now that could have had more than embarrasing consequences.
Incidently, one of the nurses mates helped me with equipment testing over the next couple of months. No Fault Found.