Around Christmas time either 86 or 87.
A mate of mine and I wanted to raise some cash for Christmas (I left school in 87).
We thought turkey plucking (yes. Plucking, before any clever comments) would be just the job.
We could earn 50p per turkey plucked (yes. Plucked..... oh forget it).
However, things didn't quite go to plan.
To start off we were given a pair of pliers "for the tough wing feathers". Hmmm. Not sure this is sounding like much fun.
We stood expectantly by this hanger, waiting for the (presumably) dead bird to be delivered.
Wrong.
This fella wanders over with a live turkey and unceremoniously breaks its neck right there in front of us and hangs the bird upside down on the hanger as it's still flapping about.
We managed to pluck about a quarter of it's breast between us and decided this wasn't the job for us and sneaked out sharpish.
We never even got to use the pliers!
Grim! [Post edited 19 Aug 2022 23:23]
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