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Mad Cyril

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I think we have had this one before but never mind.....

After being booted out of University I was lucky enough to get a job in a sponge factory. In fact they made just about every cleaning product you can name, sponges, scourers, j-cloths etc. etc.

I did many jobs such as making j-cloth material, compacting waste sponge material and making novelty sponge animals.

My main job involved unloading lorries full of sheets of scourer and huge blocks of sponge. These blocks of sponge can knock a man unconscious if they fall and I remember walking into the warehouse one day to see a pair of feet sticking out from underneath a huge pink cube. Luckily the victim only suffered mild concussion.

I would also walk around the factory and collect the finished goods which I would then load onto other lorries where they would be dispatched to Nisa, Happy Shopper, etc.

Believe it or not I had one of the better jobs in the place and had ample opportunity to skive, chat, smoke or leap off roofs/moving vehicles onto massive blocks of sponge.

Those people on the shop floor (putting sponges, scourers etc into bags or onto conveyer belts) were subjected to some of the most boring work imaginable. New starters would regularly do a runner after just 30 minutes never to be seen again.

Luckily I managed to talk my way back into university and left just before the whole operation moved to Shoebury. To this day I can't walk down the cleaning product aisle in a supermarket without the memories flooding back.
 
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