Telegraph — The hunt for the killer hairballs

Spotted this one via jwz. Some choice quotes:

Flushers tell stories of accidentally getting a gobful of the sewer flies that feed on the fat or of metal grating giving way so that they fall into eight-feet-deep fat-quicksands; the mouthfuls of the stuff they swallow leave their guts raw and hollering for months on end.

“You can go home and shower as much you like – even with washing-up liquid – but at the end of the day you’re still farting the smell of rancid fat. My wife’ll say: ‘Oh, I see you’ve been sorting fat problems out…'”

They’ll cackle as a hungry gang member finds an orange among the dirt and fat and promptly starts eating it. Or at the desperate worker who loosens his uniform and has a dump in a corner. Life in the sewers is hard, and humour – the coarser and blacker the better – raises flagging spirits.

Suddenly I have gone off my lunch.

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