Many moons ago, I lived in Blackpool and there was a biscuit factory there... Burtons I think... anyways... the factory caught fire and eventually all the goods from the warehouse were buried in a large bulldozed pit.

Naturally... no sooner had everyone left than a horde of us kids climbed the fence and dug up all the large retail tins of biscuits. It was funny... cos it was like long lines of lil ants all carrying off a pile of 4-5 tins.

There was nothing wrong with the majority of the biccies by the way... even those that were singed were still edible... certainly by us kids.

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