Category Archives: Corus

Counterfactual #3

So there I was in 1999, freshly rescued, if you want to call it that way, from the tyranny of an overbearing and unbearable boss in Tinplate R&D. So what could have happened if Chris Eliot hadn’t hatched the plan for my secondment to Ebbw Vale?

First of all, and something that happened within a few months of the merger with Hoogovens, Tinplate R&D became part of the new Corus-wide R&D division , with a re-organisation along lines that were inherited from Hoogoven’s R&D efforts. It’s hard to envisage where I would have fitted into the new structure, and whose decision it would have been who was posted where.

I think that for Corus Packaging Plus (the tinplate part of Corus) it became quite clear that since the head office was located in IJmuiden, that’s also where the PACS Centre was relocated. I know for sure that John Selwyn Williams and John Gamble both made that trip. Not sure whether the other positions were based there or had to do regular commutes.

Anyhow, all that became pretty immaterial once the decision was made that Welsh Labs was to close. Whatever physical presence there was across the bridge in Port Talbot, it became somewhat of a ghost town when the Welsh Development Agency bought up the site and rented some space back for some relic activities by Corus and subsequently Tata.

So either I would have moved to IJmuiden (a possibility, but far from certain), or I would have been on the lookout for a job elsewhere. Who knows whether I would have ended up in Ebbw Vale after all. Still, if the latter, it would have left me less time to try and find my feet and show that I was worth keeping for the last year when I really made my impact that secured my future in Corus / Tata Steel.

Whatever the case, the present situation where I made my move to Ebbw Vale in September 1999 was infinitely better. Not having to worry about all possible job permutations in the new R&D structure was a bonus, and by the time Ebbw Vale’s closure was announced I had at least built up some local goodwill that would stand me in good stead for the coming years.


Counterfactual #2

Thinking back to the dying days of Ebbw Vale: it was June 2001 and a 2-month secondment to Trostre was coming to an end. I had hoped to use my stint there as a means find a different job, but so far no luck.

That’s when I made a call to Ian Hobson to see if there was a chance to continue working in Ebbw Vale for the final year, thereby giving me another year to complete my job search. As it was, he was under the impression that I had already left Ebbw Vale and found myself another job, and was surprised that I hadn’t.

Now suppose that I hadn’t made that phone call, or that Ian was not available to take the call when I did ring him. That would have meant unemployment aged 45, with not enough success under my belt to storm the interview ladder, and far too green in IT to make a success of my recently acquired Java certificate (see blog “Computeach“).

It’s a toss of a coin whether my job search would have been successful, and if it hadn’t been, unemployment would have been harder to break in your mid forties than it had been a decade, or even five years, before. And with only a measly 11 years of pension accumulated, that part of the equation didn’t look too rosy either.

As it was, traffic lights came and made my name, and it set me on course for the next 15 years in the Corus / Tata fold.

Writing Good Code

I’ve always liked xkcd, because it’s clear that the author knows firsthand what IT really is about. Especially the webcomic “Good Code” highlights the conundrum with which every coder is confronted: write fast or well? In the first instance the danger of spaghetti code is always around the corner, whereas in the latter the requirements may have changed by the time you’ve finished your project.

Those who have read my blog know where my preferences lie. At least when you write at the speed required by your customer’s needs you stand a chance that it will have some useful life span.

Saying Your Goodbyes

Whenever I left one job to go to another, there usually wasn’t much of a goodbye involved, and even less so as time wore on.

When I left the laboratory of professor Dilewijns, there was an informal get together with the technicians, but as far as I can remember no speeches and no presents. Maybe followed by a few pints in the pub, that’s about it.

The farewell was a little bit more official in Iscor, with a conference room booked and full of people that I’d known and worked with in the technology department. Can’t remember too much about the speech, apart from flattering my audience by saying that South Africa would always have a friend in me. I received a watch as a present, although it can’t have been a very good one, since it fell apart within half a year of me receiving it.

The farewell from Allied Steel & Wire was a bit more awkward given the circumstances, but there was a skittles evening as the Christmas do, which doubled up as a farewell do for me. I must still have the pewter cup its the AS&W logo, but it’s packed away somewhere – I still don’t see the point in putting it on display. In my reply to Tony Franks’ speech I stated that, while I would miss them as colleagues, I wouldn’t miss Allied Steel & Wire as a company.

And that was really the last of the official farewells. When I left Tinplate R&D for Ebbw Vale, it was initially only as a secondment, and by the time the secondment became permanent due to the reorganisation of R&D set-up, there was no-one left to say goodbye to. Likewise when I left Ebbw Vale for Llanwern: by the time I was making the move there were very few people left to say goodbye to.

The move from Llanwern to Port Talbot turned out to be so gradual that there hardly seemed to be any point having a farewell do, because by the time my move to Port Talbot became official, I had already spent quite a bit of time there.

When I finally decided on my retirement, I was so busy until the very last day that all the farewell consisted of going to see a few the closest colleagues and shaking their hand, receiving two £25 vouchers as a thank you for services rendered, and a final email containing the message “So long, and thanks for all the fish” – I didn’t want to come across as too sentimental, and I thought the Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy reference couldn’t hurt my geek credentials.


Canteens have been around in most places from my student days to my final days in Port Talbot, although I must admit that most of the time I didn’t make use of their services.

During my days as a student, it was only in my first year, when I was still commuting between Bruges and Ghent, that I made use of the student canteen in the St. Pietersnieuwstraat. In subsequent years I just returned to my rented student room or stayed in the “Plateau” cafeteria as the whim took me. Afterwards, during my time as a researcher, I totally failed to make use of the canteen facilities, even though it was only next door to professor Dilewijns’s laboratory – instead we tended to consume our sandwiches in the technicians room whilst having a lunchtime chat.

The first few years as engineers-in-training at Iscor we often made use of the canteen facilities, although this was more an excuse to gel as a social group of people in a similar situation of immigrants in a foreign country. Later on, I either had my own sandwiches, or had a snack in one of the smaller facilities near the Technology building.

Allied Steel & Wire didn’t really have a proper canteen, just a place where you could buy sandwiches and assorted snacks. That’s why most people brought their own lunch, or went outside to the nearby shops, rather than buy something similar at inflated prices.

At Tinplate R&D the Port Talbot canteen was only across the bridge from Welsh Labs, but even then it was a rare occasion that we gave it a look-in. The option of a canteen did not exist in Ebbw Vale as far as I can remember, so by the time I moved to Llanwern I had got out of the habit of using a canteen and relied on my own sandwiches instead. There used to be a canteen near the far side office blocks, but this one disappeared soon after I joined once the heavy end had been demolished. I heard that there must have been some sort of canteen in the mill end of the shrunken site, but I never found out where it was.

Anyhow, once I returned to Port Talbot I had got so much in the habit of bringing my own sandwiches, that I did not make use of the canteen, either the main one near the site entrance, or the one next to the Hot Mill offices. That changed once I joined the Operational Research team in the AGO, where we got in the habit to either visit the Welsh Labs canteen, the nearby Tollgate park on a nice day, or the main canteen if all else failed. Some team members bought the food on the menu, especially on curry days, but I stuck with the habit of having my own sandwiches.

Which meant that when I moved to the Coke & Iron Admin block, and the distance to the canteen became too large for an easy lunchtime transfer, I continued with the tried and tested routine of sandwiches, apple and can of coke at my desk.

All in all, I can’t really comment on the quality of the good on offer, since most of the time I brought my own. All I noticed was that once Port Talbot stopped subsidising the canteen food, and the prices started to reflect the real cost, many people stopped buying the meals on offer, and either brought their own grub, or stopped coming to the canteen altogether.