I do Body painting (you know like the Sports Illustrated swimsuits). I wish I knew how to upload a photo I would show you some of the Models I have painted.
In 1955 I was a 15 year old schoolboy and had a Saturday job working in a food shop. This is only ten years after the end of WW2 so shops had been starved of development funds for more than 15 years. My shop had no refrigeration.One of my Saturday morning jobs was to pick out the flys' eggs that had been laid on the bacon during the week, before they turned into maggots. One Saturday in the summer, I noticed something wriggling in the paper wrapping some gammon joints. I turned it around to better see what it was and the joint fell off its hook onto the warehouse floor. Maggots scattered everywhere. This, I thought, was a job for the Bacon Man, so I fetched him from the shop floor.The Bacon Man fixed everything. He took the garbage can from the yard and emptied it of garbage (which must have held 20 gallons) filled it with the joints and boiled them on the gas ring we used for brewing our tea. He cut out the maggots and sold the remains as boiled bacon, with a few pence surcharge. The extra pence paid for the bacon the maggots had eaten.I didn't eat bacon for ten yers after that.