hidden treasure my arse
When I was younger I worked on the buildings. One cold winter we were working in Peterlee and had to shift a load of bagged sand from a house we had previously dropped it in. On entering the house a rather shitty smell hit us, but no poo to be found anywhere. We started to carry the bags of sand outside and as I picked up a bag from the middle of the stack the smell became much stronger. Thinking I'd stood in something I checked my boots. Nope, no poo there. Mate standing beside me says, "God something REALLY stinks here." Again we check our boots, (me still holding the bag of sand close to my chest with my arms tight around it). I drop the bag into the wheelbarrow and am hit by the most disgusting whiff you can imgaine. Some dirty bastard had shit on the sand bags, the dropped another bag over it, only for muggins here to pick up the bag and smear himself with foul smelling shit all down his chest and arms. Bastards wasn't what I called them.

Oh and as a nipper me and some mates found half of a full grown alsatian by the railtracks near us, top half only, neatly sliced through, and no back end to be seen anywhere.
(Tyrion, Sat 2 Jul 2005, 18:54, Reply)