The thought occurred to me that there may be some new drainage to be turned up in
Manchester's outlying neighbourhoods. Taking up my trusty A-Z I took the day to
recce ten or so possibilities. After the first two turned out to be duds I moved
on still expectant of turning up something worthwhile. After another three duds
I still had a little hope of success. At drain number eight I was feeling a
little less than optimistic, then the final blow! Drain ten, a collapsed 'ickle
brick pipe, my day was done! Lesson? Probability sucks!
