Date registered: Jan 2005
Vehicle: 1992 W126 300 SE
Location: Head in the clouds
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When I was kid, my parents had a part-time gardener called George. Old George was a simple and kindly fellow whose main occupation was a sewer worker for the GLC (Greater London Council, long since abolished).
He had a little garden of his own and during the summer he would often proudly bring samples of his produce.
One year, he brought a substantial quantity of tomatoes. They were exceptional eating and when my mother complimented him on them he returned the following day with about a further 30lbs.
Knowing that he only had a small yard, my mum assumed he had brought his entire crop. When she commented that he was being too generous, he volunteered that they were not from his garden at all, but that he obtained them from his place of work, where some of the sewage sludge that by-passed the treatment complex was spread along the banks of the sewer. He couldn't work out who had secretly planted so many seeds. I still eat tomatoes, by the way.