One of the best things about working with Stuart Rees is the little one-liners I am introduced to. At 5pm, or if the sun is shining, he will knock on my office door and say: “The factory hooter has gone!”

The first few times he said it my response was “Huh? The what?”

“The factory hooter,” he smiled, going on to explain that the “factory hooter” was the noise that sounded in Industrialising England when it was time for all the factory workers to go home.


I may Fridays working from home on my thesis (and getting distracted by the internet), but for all you peeps out there finishing the standard working week I share your joy when I say:

“The factory hooter has sounded. It’s time to go!”