Lard under London - Bus-Seized Lump Of Fat Removed - Polidicks

[url]http://www.thameswater.co.uk/media/press-releases/17205.htm[/url] [quote]Gordon Hailwood, waste contracts supervisor for Thames Water said: "While we've removed greater volumes of fat from under central London in the past, we've never seen a single, congealed lump of lard this big clogging our sewers before.[/quote] 15 tonnes of waste fat. Seriously London, get your shit(literally) together.

i wonder how it smells

Fatberg was a better term.

[QUOTE=BellyButton;41844847]i wonder how it smells[/QUOTE] Here you can see what it LOOKS like [media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0EiNANMc2bs#at=224[/media]

I read somewhere that they remove larger blobs weekly in Helsinki (where I live), so this probably isn't exceptionally large for a huge city like London. [editline]15th August 2013[/editline] Nevermind, is Britain's biggest. I wonder where the hell ours come from.

[QUOTE=Killuah;41844866]Here you can see what it LOOKS like [media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0EiNANMc2bs#at=224[/media][/QUOTE] Oh god. Imagine waking up down there one day. No light, pitch black, no way out. Freezing cold liquid and fecal matter running down your face. Too confined to sit up or do anything apart from wriggle and barely crawl. Screaming for help, but no one can hear you.

[QUOTE=SCopE5000;41844890]Oh god. Imagine waking up down there one day. No light, pitch black, no way out. Freezing cold liquid and fecal matter running down your face. Too confined to sit up or do anything apart from wriggle and barely crawl. Screaming for help, but no one can hear you.[/QUOTE] Thanks. Now I've got a boner, and I'm off to work in a moment. Real nice...

That is what americans intake on a daily basis

[QUOTE=SCopE5000;41844890]Oh god. Imagine waking up down there one day. No light, pitch black, no way out. Freezing cold liquid and fecal matter running down your face. Too confined to sit up or do anything apart from wriggle and barely crawl. Screaming for help, but no one can hear you.[/QUOTE] You should write a novel

I live very near to Kingston, and the day after they announced the removal, several places I was driving through (between Hampton Court and Guildford) reeked of sewage. I'm guessing the removal caused a surge of sewage as the flow returned to normal

[QUOTE=CaptainObvious1;41845239]You should write a novel[/QUOTE] The name should be "50 Shades of Kinky Fuckery"

[QUOTE=Trumple;41845326]I live very near to Kingston, and the day after they announced the removal, several places I was driving through (between Hampton Court and Guildford) reeked of sewage. I'm guessing the removal caused a surge of sewage as the flow returned to normal[/QUOTE] They have to open lots of covers because they shove massive long hoses and blast chunks off with high pressure water which they can only do at low tide (London's sewers are semi-tidal if I remember correctly, that's how fat accumulates at the top of the old brick pipes.) as a result it gets a bit smelly but it does the job.

[QUOTE=Killuah;41844834][url]http://www.thameswater.co.uk/media/press-releases/17205.htm[/url] 15 tonnes of waste fat. Seriously London, get your shit(literally) together.[/QUOTE] I think them getting their shit together is the current problem, they need to space their shit out more. You know, even the load.

[QUOTE=CaptainObvious1;41845239]You should write a novel[/QUOTE] [i]My eyes had been open for some time, yet I didn't know yet if I were awake, blinded or in some kind of foul dream, for the darkness persisted. The stench stung my nostrils, a chemical, ammoniac undertone overlaid with the unmistakeable stench of fecal matter, stale beer, bad fish and indiscernible minor elements combining into this putrid effect I was now being exposed to. 'What... Is this...' I remarked, still unaware of whether I was in fact dreaming. I immediately regretted reaching up to wipe my eyes, as my soaked, soiled garments sloshed across my face, shocking me into alert clarity and revealing to me that this was in fact, really happening. I was in a freezing cold pool of dense liquid of varying consistency, akin to that of hours-old porridge. I sat bolt upright and my head collided with the brick ceiling, nullified slightly by some kind of sludgy matter I could only hope was custard, which stuck to my forehead and hair, and the shock caused me to recoil to the lying position I found myself in originally. I began to panic, as the overwhelming realisation of my situation dawned on me, not aided at all by the continual olfactory bombardment. I had always been a relatively straight cut kind of man. Aged 17 I had found an internship in a London office, filing papers and such. As the years continued I had become accustomed to the lifestyle, perhaps even slightly bored by it. Pasty on the way to work every morning. Arrive no later than 8:58. Half-hour lunch break at 12. Prawn sandwich. Home by 6. And so it continued, days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and months into years. Attention to these facts were brought to mind just yesterday when I bumped into a fellow on my way to work. It was most unusual. Typical British street etiquette is to stay in single file formation on pavements, keep left, head down, never talk to strangers. Avoid eye contact at all times. Less chance of danger that way. Keep quiet, keep safe. He was small and weasel-like, sporting a fedora and with palest of skin tones. Walked straight into me. I rebounded, shocked. I kept my head down and attempted to move to the right, but he jumped into my path once again, this time accompanied by some wild hand movements as if he were trying to get my attention. I looked up. "You look dull" he remarked. I was shocked by his insolence. How could he accuse me of such a crime! Why I ought to... Nope. Better keep quiet and keep moving. Keep my perfect clock-in record going. 1481 days and counting. As I attempted to pass once more, he again blocked my path with waved arms. "Bet you'd like a bit of... hehehe... excitement." His laughter was coarse and dry. Was he a salesman? Perhaps a flyer distributor for a local strip club? I had given up such youthful activities years prior. "Yes mate, don't we all want some of that" I replied sarcastically as I barged my way past. Secretly I longed for excitement once more but I stowed the thought away safely in the back of my mind. There'd by time for that after I retired. "As you wish" was his reply. By the time I'd looked around he had disappeared, and only a strangely opened manhole remained. Could this predicament I now find myself in, and that strange meeting be linked? Nevermind that. I had to get myself moving. Get out of here... [/i] - Excerpt from Foul Sewer Chronicles Book I, Chapter I. [B]To Be Continued[/B]

[QUOTE=SCopE5000;41844890]Oh god. Imagine waking up down there one day. No light, pitch black, no way out. Freezing cold liquid and fecal matter running down your face. Too confined to sit up or do anything apart from wriggle and barely crawl. Screaming for help, but no one can hear you.[/QUOTE] you probably have the subconscious fetish of vore

[QUOTE=Mark364;41845219]That is what americans intake on a daily basis[/QUOTE] As an american I can confirm. don't believe the stupid flagon my post.

[QUOTE=Killuah;41844866]Here you can see what it LOOKS like [media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0EiNANMc2bs#at=224[/media][/QUOTE] [img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/5831868/barf.gif[/img]