when i left school i went to work for clarks transport in wellingborough, carried all sorts of weird stuff in bulkers
marinaded bone , like bits of bone in juice - not nice when the juice goes down your neck if you were changing a wheel or a spring
fine bone , like very small bits of dry bone , that was alright , it just looked like bulk wheat
fleshings - now this wasn’t nice at all , skin in a slimy liquidy kind of goo, not good if you brake hard makes a slimy mess of the cab , and the road
scutch - exactly what it sounds like , horrible, looked like rice pudding , smelt like vomit
my uncle ran out of chettles with a skip motor on this animal waste lark, he loved it , living downwind of the place i avoided it, mind with a change of wind i got the whiff of weetabix.
tony