My mates family pig farm.
A mate from school's family owned a pig farm many years ago. He would work there most Saturdays and school holidays. He asked me once if I would like to come along one Saturday to earn a bit of cash as they were having a big delivery of pigs and could do with an extra pair of hands. I agreed sounds fun so I thought. Saturday came and I got up early hours and had to cycle to the farm which was probably only five miles away or so. When I got there I was greeted by his family including his grandparents. I couldn’t believe the smell, I was trying not to heave most of the morning. So my mate told me my duties so I tried to get on with them. I was pretty useless to be honest just felt like I was in the way most of the time. The pigs are nightmares, they just barge into and bite the tops of your wellies which was just constant. Then it was the pigs dinner time, now the feed they had come from huge bins of left overs which also gave a horrific stench. Now I don't know how but it turns the left overs feed into some kind of soup which runs down these pipes in to the pigs troughs. Soon as the soup sprays out of these pipes the pigs go fucking crazy. The smell of this soup is even worse than their shit. They run to the troughs and start chomping away on what looks like filth. Whilst they're eating we would do mucking out. Whilst I was mucking out one of the pens I noticed a pig on its own and on its side. I told my mate. He shouted for his nan who came over. She walked over to it and said yep its dead. Then she dragged it out of the pen by its back legs! Can't remember what they did with it but I wouldn’t be surprised if it ended up in the soup bin.

The day’s work finished and got paid a tenner. Went out that evening to hang out with some mates and got mugged by three rude boys.
(Headsbollockskuntz, Fri 25 May 2012, 11:38, Reply)