I put my hands up 4000 chickens' arses a day
whilst working in a chicken factory at age 17.
I was in the "gibbing" department. Which meant I stood in a room about 10 feet by 10 feet watching a pulley system of upside-down chickens (dead and plucked) swing past me.
Actually, i did more than watch them. I inserted my fist into each one in turn and left behind a small bag of giblets. Not their own original giblets either. Some other chicken's giblets that probably smoked 30 benson a day.
The only entertainment if you could call it that, was a small tanoy-style speaker hanging off a couple of wires in one of the room's top corners.
Radio one. All fucking day. So take your pick... the charts at the time contained the following songs, and as a result, were all played about FORTY FUCKING TIMES A DAY:

Your Gorgeous - Baby Bird
Wannabe - Spice Girls

So these two are the main culprits, but there was some random song by dodgy that i cant remember the name of but definately know the SOUND OF because, like the others, it brings back memories of being elbow-deep in giblets. I can see them now... :( all swinging by in unison... like a headless chorus line of giblet-hungry dancers. *if you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends... la la la gibber*

i once lost a entire thumbnail inside one of them. ahh so that's why the plaster's blue.

( biscuits_alive taste my rainbow, Tue 2 Dec 2003, 23:11, Reply)