still makes me retch even now
1986, Fulham.
I go to select my luncheon from the local deli, Euro something. (Some big chain, do they still exist in London? There was another on Oxford Street near the Tottenham Court Road corner).
I choose a slice of game pie.
I get back to the office, and being a fast eater, had wolfed down half of it before i realized there was white fuzzy mold, hairy white mold growing on the meat.
( i am genuinley retching as i write this 20 years later).
What followed then was me drinking huge amounts of water very quickly and seriously projectile vomiting in the office bog.
This went on for the best part of an hour.
Somehow, i managed to drag my periodically barfing self back to the deli, showed them the remnants of the pie (i had the receipt), got a refund, insisted that i keep said remnants, and made my way to Fulham and Chelsea Town Hall, where i introduced myself to the food hygiene inspectors.
I also introduced them to the pie, and they introduced me to their bog, as an emergency barf was imminent.
Collective opinion of Fulham and Chelsea Town Hall food hygiene inspectors of the remains of the slice of game pie was:
"Eeeewwwwwwwwww"
I asked one inspector if i could catch anything from consuming said item.
His response was" well, we will send it for tests, but you are going to find out before we will".
I liked his laconic style.
End result:
Deli was charged and prosecuted, they pleaded guilty, were banned from selling 'fresh' produce for three months, fined 500 quid, and had by law to display a letter prominently in their window from the courts explaining why they were banned for selling food "unfit for human consumption".

Nearly, very nearly, put me off meat pies for life.
(Man in Japan, Tue 2 May 2006, 10:03, Reply)