Easter Holidays, about eight years agoI was working at a small, family-run zoo. Easter Sunday, just after lunch, it was my turn to dress up as the giant chicken to hand out crappy chocolate eggs to brats. It had been in use for the previous two weeks, by several different people, and had yet to be washed. It was also a particularly warm spring. After two minutes in the soggy reek of other peoples' sweat, peering out of steamed-up plastic eye-holes I was gagging. Two hours later, hardly able to breathe and oozing stinking juices from every pore, I had enough, and after a ten minute struggle with my soaking acrylic 'wings' managed to take the head off and have a fag break. The next kid to come and get his egg was terrified to see a six-foot chicken with a bloke's head sticking out the top and started screaming uncontrollably, so I was sufficiently reprimanded, and had to stay in the rest of the afternoon.
I lost 4lbs.
(I lost 4lbs.
TV's Nosemonkey,
Tue 11 Nov 2003, 13:03,
archived)