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  Don't read this one whilst eating your tea.
  
  Whilst working on an archaeological excavation in Lincolnshire in February 1992 and living in a caravan in the Fens, we got snowed in for a week. The snow caused four foot drifts and we were three miles from the nearest shop. We only had a small oil heater for the caravan with four blokes and three bunk spaces meaning that one of us had to lie on the floor in a sleeping bag. For a week the temperature did not rise above minus 5 and the wind chill drove it down to minus 17 one day.
  
  We were unpaid as we could not get to work so could do nothing but drink booze (mostly Thunderbird), eat Ginsters pasties and play war games. One of my colleagues cooked sausages and sprouts seemingly every day stinking out the caravan.
  
  That's all bad enough, but now the disgusting part. In the caravan was a toilet, but it was so cold that if one tried to use it the steam rose up and condensed onto the ceiling into urine icicles. These melted as the caravan heated up via the oil stove, ran down the walls and then refroze over night. We had to shovel out the ice every morning. We called them 'uricles'.

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