My blog is a repository for considered opinion (my opinion) on issues that may seem nonsensical and/or pointless to you, but to me are excruciatingly important and worthwhile. These are the big issues. OK....My big issues. Today we consider personal protective equipment (PPE) or 'work clobber'.
In the old days, when we used to have an ozone layer and common sense prevailed, Stubbie shorts, the trucker's best vest and a pair of double-pluggers were suitable attire for a day in the pit or down the shaft. These days you are required to cover up ankle to neck to wrist. I'm OK with that as PPE does serve a purpose.
However, the regulation of our core body temperature becomes a challenge when it is 40 plus in the water bag and it is a far greater challenge when you must cover yourself in PPE 12 hours of the day. Credit where credit is due, King Gee and other manufactures have done there damnedest to produce PPE that allows at least a little air to circulate to help keep you cool. But I have to question their new addition (rather a subtraction) to the latest iteration of work pants.
This is a photo of my crotch/butt region taken in the Gulf Country in far north Queensland in March (the wet season). I have a balaclava on in a desperate effort to curb the number of mozzie bites to my face, head and neck. So I really don't need four dirty great holes in my pants that allow mosquitoes unfettered access to my 'meat and two vege'. You'd have thought that each hole had a sign on it saying "enter here and exit here for all you can eat ball-bag blood buffet".
So thank you King Gee for protecting me from the sun's harmful rays and for protecting me from a number of bumps, scratches or burns that would be so very much worse without the protection offered by your work pant. But let's just leave well enough alone, shall we?
