I am reading a Kathy Reichs book which describes a body dragged from the river. "[It] looked like a marionette wrapped in moss-coloured Spam." So I'm glad I never chose to go into forensic anthropology but then I thought how horrible it must be to spend your days cleaning away the agglomerations of solidified fat that clog the sewers. Finally, I decided that the job I should like least is testing the flavour of canned pet foods.
Soops kitchen, a place of reflection, refuge and at times revelry.
. I could go on .... but I think working in rat infested sewers is probably top of my list of horror jobs
(for nausea rather than envy!).

