Building pylons out on some windswept moor in mid winter or going out on Christmas day to repair damaged wires so as to restore electricity to hundreds of houses wanting to be able to cook the turkey and enjoy Christmas can be a lonely thankless job if the linesman in question allows it to be, not so Robert, he always knew he had a warm bed companion to return to at nightfall. The mud the blood and the beer was his warcry and it was also the way that he chose to live his life.