LOL

Reminds me of a tale told by a school year mate when in digs attending Manchester University. He answered a knock at the door to be confronted by two men bearing resemblance to characters from a Steinbeck novel, one short fat and greasy, one colossal fat and greasy. "We'll clean the drain of leaves and debris from your gutter downspout" said small greasy. "But I'm just a lodger!" said Roger "You need to talk to the landlady". "Show 'im Bert!" Whereupon Bert, big greasy, removed his overcoat, his greasy tweed sports coat to reveal that he was wearing a brand new, fresh out of the packet white shirt. Striding to the grate covering the storm water drain he removed it with fat greasy fingers. He looked down the the pipe and then in one rapid ppreparatory move totally ripped the nice white sleeve off the shirt from its shoulder seam on the shirt body. Thus prepared he thrust his huge arm into the pipe and pulled out an oozing black mass of rotting leaves and fine black mud. His arm taking on the same colouration. "Look!" small greasy triumphantly exclaimed "you need it cleaning". "See the landlady" said Roger wearily.