Like white turds & hairy caterpillars, tombolas seem to be a feature of childhood that I just don't see any more.
Memo to self: go to more fetes. Wonder when the next one in Brixton is....
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White turds???
In the pan or in the street or... where exactly did you see white turds?
The only time I've heard of someone having a white turd was when my old housemate Hickers took worming tablets and, on seeing the colour of the dead white (but dead) little critters, compressed into a turdiform object when leaving his rectum, was almost sick. Now unless you also had the same experience I can't imagine, Mr. Tombola, when you might have seen a white turd.
Unless you mean a bird turd, but people tend not to call them turds in these parts.
Yours sincerely,
The Turd Gurgler
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