When exchanging the small-talk when meeting someone for the first time it is often the "what do you do?" question that can move a conversation on quite zestfully. For over 20 years I had said always said Advertising knowing that this wasn't a very stimulating answer and I could then ask the same question in hope that they said something less boring. It's a strange thing habit, my answer, Advertising, was meant to sound glamorous once in the hope that I could impress but as the years went by I dreaded the question but never got around to changing my script.
Presented the same question at a film premier last week I found myself saying "I unblock toilets", for this is true, I packed in my stressful world last year and became a Handyman for Silver Saints, a unique handyman company employing the talents of like minded men in pursuit of a better life. I thought was a good answer but no one seemed to believe me. I have to explain that through a family connection I had found myself rubbing shoulders with more than one film star and the elite of Hollywood's movie men. I quickly gauged that they thought I was comedian and I was about to seriously impress. I added that I had an agent, again this is true, but it only seemed to add substance to my new career in Hollywood. I was on a roll...
But then I ruined it, I explained that I don't always unblock toilets, I sometimes unblock sinks! They started to believe me. As my audience dwindled to just one I found myself missing the best part of the evening talking to an art gallery owner who's urinals were periodically overflowing and wondered if I could offer any advice.
Following my impressive strike record of clearing blockages I seem to have become the specialist amongst the Silver Saints crew. Apart from the obvious unpleasantness, there really is something very rewarding in hearing the obstruction release itself followed by the gushing sound of water. For the client, yes I'm pleased, I've sorted their problem but more interestingly, I truly regard an unblocking like an instinctive pleasure. My Grandmother was obsessed with her drains and I sometimes wonder if one can inherit feelings like these genetically.
Without actually seeing what's causing the blockage or where it is along pipe's route, it is normally case of narrowing down just how bad the situation is. I should add that this isn't part of the pleasure especially when you have to climb inside an inspection chamber full of floaters. On the other hand this could bring high rewards later. Did you know, a backed up blockage from where your waste leaves your property can sometimes show the same symptoms as a mere clump of hair in u-bend under your bathroom sink? I found this out on a job earlier this year...
It was my first job of the day and booked in as just a blocked bathroom sink. After removing the wad of hair from the u-bend, I turned on the taps and all was well again. I started packing up and then noticed that the bath was filling from its plug hole. My cup of tea then arrived with the customer and I asked her when she last had a bath? I wasn't questioning a lack of hygiene, I was just trying to establish how much water could be standing in the pipes below the bathroom. Anyway, after laughing a little at my unfortunate remark she said "this morning"! I knew then that we were dealing with a major backed-up blockage and I could explain why. I suggested that the 'blocked sink' was only locally and probably not completely blocked and what I had done by running more water than usual down it on top of the emptied bath was not a typical morning for the bathrooms use. Furthermore, the waste trapped in pipes and the inspection chamber would very slowly drain away during the day making enough room for tomorrows bath water again. Bingo!
As it turned out this is exactly what was going on and by the appalling state of the inspection chamber at the front of the house, it had been for quite a while. What's needed at this stage is courage, a call to the office for moral support and an all-in-one suit. After emptying thirty five buckets of vile brown liquid from the chamber I revealed a rodding point and got going with the auger.
The auger is basically a long flexible rod designed to dislodge blocked material. It gets round tight bends in the pipe with the assistance of being rotated. On this particular occasion it
glided in and its end proudly poked up at the base of the chamber, as I would expect it to. My problem was that it seemed to have made no difference to releasing the remaining waste in the chamber. After several attempts at withdrawing the auger and reinserting it, I started to push and pull the auger in a flossing action and then suddenly I had done it! A long stream of waste sitting on the pipe from the house was on its way and started to disappear down the hole. The obstruction turned out to be a solidified cake of limescale and debris sitting in the base of the chamber's U-bend. I had obviously disturbed it with my flossing action and after bravely reaching down the hole, I pulled out two huge chunks to complete my job.
Advertising was all about pushing product. I realise now that clearing drains is no different.
Tuesday, 4 November 2008
Thursday, 30 October 2008
Pop the cork
I went to a lovely house today in Wimbledon Village. Their toilet was blocked and needed clearing.
I set to work with the plunger, but every time I plunged I could hear air and water bubbling up the basin plug hole. The basin waste pipe was obviously connected to the same waste pipe as the toilet and the blockage was further down the line than the joint.
At this stage I considered the fact that I would have to rod the toilet waste to clear the blockage. But before I went down the roding route I thought I would try blocking the basin waste pipe by just putting the plug in the basin and filling it up with water. I plunged again, this time I heard air escaping from the basin overflow pipe.
If the plunger was going to work I would need to plug the basin overflow. I needed a cork, which I did not have. Instead I rolled up a few rubber gloves and stuffed them into the basin overflow.
I plunged the toilet again, after the second plunge the rubber gloves flew across the room, having been launched out of the overflow by the pressure build up.
I chuckled to myself as the toilet waste flushed away. My cork had popped but so had the blockage.
I set to work with the plunger, but every time I plunged I could hear air and water bubbling up the basin plug hole. The basin waste pipe was obviously connected to the same waste pipe as the toilet and the blockage was further down the line than the joint.
At this stage I considered the fact that I would have to rod the toilet waste to clear the blockage. But before I went down the roding route I thought I would try blocking the basin waste pipe by just putting the plug in the basin and filling it up with water. I plunged again, this time I heard air escaping from the basin overflow pipe.
If the plunger was going to work I would need to plug the basin overflow. I needed a cork, which I did not have. Instead I rolled up a few rubber gloves and stuffed them into the basin overflow.
I plunged the toilet again, after the second plunge the rubber gloves flew across the room, having been launched out of the overflow by the pressure build up.
I chuckled to myself as the toilet waste flushed away. My cork had popped but so had the blockage.
Tuesday, 28 October 2008
That's a footlong!
We regularly get called out to a subway sandwich shop in Croydon to unblock their customer toilet. They have a long run of waste pipe that is obviously susceptible to blockages.
Every time we attend to unblock their toilet they through in a free sandwich and a drink as a thank you.
We always arrange their toilet unblocking around lunch time.
Every time we attend to unblock their toilet they through in a free sandwich and a drink as a thank you.
We always arrange their toilet unblocking around lunch time.
Tuesday, 21 October 2008
Salmon Swimming Upstream - Blocked Sink
One of my specialties is dealing with blocked waste disposal units or insikerators. I attended one such call on Monday afternoon.
The offending blocked sink was in a new development near London Bridge. The man of the house had prepared a salmon dinner for his wife, which I'm sure went swimmingly. But it would appear that he over catered or one of them just didn't like the meal as there was obviously quite a bit of salmon left. Instead of disposing of the left over salmon in the bin he decided to push it down the insinkerator plug hole to be mashed up and sent out to sea.
Unfortunately a few big chunks of salmon managed to escape the thrashing blades of the waste disposal unit and traveled down the sink waste pipe almost intact only to become lodges in one of the numerous right angled bends as the waste pipe weaved its way out of the flat. Once the pipe was blocked all that followed had nowhere to go but back up the insinkerator chamber and into the sink.
As most men do when they encounter a blockage, he tried to clear it himself; in this case he had removed the u-bend connected to the waste disposer and emptied it out. But unfortunately the chunky salmon was further down the pipe. He then reassembled the u-bend and poured a very high concentration of caustic soda down the sink. This didn't move anything.
When I arrived the blocked sink was full to the brim with water and caustic soda. I decided to turn the insinkerator on to see if it was still working. I flipped the switch and it started humming away, ten seconds later there was a pop and a whoosh and I found myself standing in a puddle of water. By turning the insinkerator on I had caused the waste connector which had not been tightened up correctly to pop off letting the mixture of water and caustic soda out of its chamber into the kitchen cupboard and onto the kitchen floor. It was all hands on deck as I grabbed at a full bag of unused nappies and started soaking up the mess. Luckily the floor was linoleum so it could cope with the high strength alkaline solution that had just been poured across it. In fact by the time I had mopped the mess up the floor looked as clean as new.
I now turned my attention to the blockage. I decided the best way forward was to try retrieve the salmon rather than attempt to force it further down the waste pipe. For this I used a suction pump which creates a vacuum within the waste pipe and hopefully dislodges the blockage and brings it back the way it went down. After a few seconds I felt all resistance to the vacuum disappear. I poured the contents of the pump into a bucket and sure enough a big chunk of salmon floated to the top.
The offending blocked sink was in a new development near London Bridge. The man of the house had prepared a salmon dinner for his wife, which I'm sure went swimmingly. But it would appear that he over catered or one of them just didn't like the meal as there was obviously quite a bit of salmon left. Instead of disposing of the left over salmon in the bin he decided to push it down the insinkerator plug hole to be mashed up and sent out to sea.
Unfortunately a few big chunks of salmon managed to escape the thrashing blades of the waste disposal unit and traveled down the sink waste pipe almost intact only to become lodges in one of the numerous right angled bends as the waste pipe weaved its way out of the flat. Once the pipe was blocked all that followed had nowhere to go but back up the insinkerator chamber and into the sink.
As most men do when they encounter a blockage, he tried to clear it himself; in this case he had removed the u-bend connected to the waste disposer and emptied it out. But unfortunately the chunky salmon was further down the pipe. He then reassembled the u-bend and poured a very high concentration of caustic soda down the sink. This didn't move anything.
When I arrived the blocked sink was full to the brim with water and caustic soda. I decided to turn the insinkerator on to see if it was still working. I flipped the switch and it started humming away, ten seconds later there was a pop and a whoosh and I found myself standing in a puddle of water. By turning the insinkerator on I had caused the waste connector which had not been tightened up correctly to pop off letting the mixture of water and caustic soda out of its chamber into the kitchen cupboard and onto the kitchen floor. It was all hands on deck as I grabbed at a full bag of unused nappies and started soaking up the mess. Luckily the floor was linoleum so it could cope with the high strength alkaline solution that had just been poured across it. In fact by the time I had mopped the mess up the floor looked as clean as new.
I now turned my attention to the blockage. I decided the best way forward was to try retrieve the salmon rather than attempt to force it further down the waste pipe. For this I used a suction pump which creates a vacuum within the waste pipe and hopefully dislodges the blockage and brings it back the way it went down. After a few seconds I felt all resistance to the vacuum disappear. I poured the contents of the pump into a bucket and sure enough a big chunk of salmon floated to the top.
Monday, 20 October 2008
Pooh will fly
Riding a motorcycle around London unblocking toilets has many plus sides. Mostly I avoid traffic congestion and parking problems. The biggest down side of course is that I'm exposed to the weather and in London that means rain.
Luckily the smart engineers at Goretex have helped me to stay dry on my motorcycle during the constant drizzle that all us Londoners love to hate. I am a firm believer in buying quality equipment and therefore spared no expense when selecting the clothing that was meant to keep me dry all day.
Last Wednesday was one of those days. I awoke to the familiar grey scene outside, the clouds had come in overnight and we destined to leak down on us all day. I geared up into my water proof clothing and set off.
All the jobs went smoothly that day and finished all my scheduled jobs by 15:00. I thought I'd pop into the office to hand in some paperwork and payments. As I walked through the office door the Operation's Manager grabbed my attention.
"Do you want another job?" he asked,
"That depends on what it is" I replied.
"Blocked toilet in SW8"
"No problem, send it through to my phone"
Just as quickly as I had arrived I was out of the door. Heading to Stockwell to clear a blocked toilet.
I arrived the address, a typical London council estate. I knocked on the flat door and the tenant answered.
"It's in there, I'll leave you to deal with it"
I opened the door to what was obviously intended to be a guest loo. The customer had attempted, as admittedly most do, to unblock the toilet herself with drain unblocker. It was obvious from the pungent smell of chemicals that she had poured the whole bottle down the toilet in hope that it would dissolve the blockage. It hadn't.
All the chemicals had done was to dissolve the loo roll and turn the trapped water into a brown sludge. Not a pretty site.
I decided to use a plunger to clear the blockage. I slipped on my rubber gloves and sunk the plunger into the sludge. As I drove down on the plunger in an attempt to clear the blockage and in the process created a fountain of pooh as the downward pressure on the plunger forced the foul water to splash out of the bowl.
It went everywhere! All over the toilet seat, behind the toilet, down the walls and worst of all; all over my expensive Goretex waterproof trousers, shoes and socks.
Luckily the plunger had cleared the blockage, but I spent the next 45 minutes cleaning up the mess I had made. The customer must have been very impressed with the service, not only did I unblock her toilet but I cleaned her toilet from top to bottom.
I spent the rest of the evening cleaning my waterproof clothing. I now know to plunge with care or the pooh will fly.
Luckily the smart engineers at Goretex have helped me to stay dry on my motorcycle during the constant drizzle that all us Londoners love to hate. I am a firm believer in buying quality equipment and therefore spared no expense when selecting the clothing that was meant to keep me dry all day.
Last Wednesday was one of those days. I awoke to the familiar grey scene outside, the clouds had come in overnight and we destined to leak down on us all day. I geared up into my water proof clothing and set off.
All the jobs went smoothly that day and finished all my scheduled jobs by 15:00. I thought I'd pop into the office to hand in some paperwork and payments. As I walked through the office door the Operation's Manager grabbed my attention.
"Do you want another job?" he asked,
"That depends on what it is" I replied.
"Blocked toilet in SW8"
"No problem, send it through to my phone"
Just as quickly as I had arrived I was out of the door. Heading to Stockwell to clear a blocked toilet.
I arrived the address, a typical London council estate. I knocked on the flat door and the tenant answered.
"It's in there, I'll leave you to deal with it"
I opened the door to what was obviously intended to be a guest loo. The customer had attempted, as admittedly most do, to unblock the toilet herself with drain unblocker. It was obvious from the pungent smell of chemicals that she had poured the whole bottle down the toilet in hope that it would dissolve the blockage. It hadn't.
All the chemicals had done was to dissolve the loo roll and turn the trapped water into a brown sludge. Not a pretty site.
I decided to use a plunger to clear the blockage. I slipped on my rubber gloves and sunk the plunger into the sludge. As I drove down on the plunger in an attempt to clear the blockage and in the process created a fountain of pooh as the downward pressure on the plunger forced the foul water to splash out of the bowl.
It went everywhere! All over the toilet seat, behind the toilet, down the walls and worst of all; all over my expensive Goretex waterproof trousers, shoes and socks.
Luckily the plunger had cleared the blockage, but I spent the next 45 minutes cleaning up the mess I had made. The customer must have been very impressed with the service, not only did I unblock her toilet but I cleaned her toilet from top to bottom.
I spent the rest of the evening cleaning my waterproof clothing. I now know to plunge with care or the pooh will fly.
Friday, 17 October 2008
What do you mean cucumber?
It was a long way from SW12 to E10, but nothing can get from one side of London to the other quicker than a man on a motorbike with a mission.
The mission: unblock a toilet
The reward: £60+VAT
The risks: Sights that will haunt your dreams for eternity
The truth about clearing blocked toilets on a regular basis is that you soon become desensitised to the blood and guts of it all, just like Gil Grisham on CSI.....cool as a cucumber.
I was met at the front door by a very friendly cat, waiting to get back to the warmth of his window seat. I rang the bell and the door opened, the cat dashed in. I greeted the customer and he stepped aside to let me in.
As I walked past him he passed a comment that was music to my ears
"Its not a messy job"
"oh really?" I answered
"I know what has blocked it" he proclaimed, slightly ashamed.
I stopped, turned around to face him with my hands on my hips. Just like my mother used to do when she was about to scold me.
"What is it?" I asked
"I think you'll need to rod it!"
"What is it?"
"I flushed a cucumber"
My hands dropped to my sides as I raised an eyebrow and then a small chuckle came over me as I considered the possibility that he was speaking metaphorically.
We moved through the kitchen out the back door and into a courtyard. Immediately to the right of the kitchen door and just before the vegetable garden was the entrance to the toilet. I started to piece together what must have happened. I put down my tool bag, took off my jacket and put it on the floor. Like a surgeon I wiped my brow, snapped on my rubber gloves and dove in.
10-15 minutes later the toilet was cleared of all vegetables and flushing freely again. As a final demonstration of a job well done I dropped a handful of toilet paper down the bowl. We both gazed expectantly into the bowl as it swirled around and disappeared.
I filled out the invoice and he happily handed over his credit card.
I pulled the door closed behind myself and glanced back at the window, the cat raised his head from his paws to watch me go. I once again found myself chuckling, the customer probably took pride in the fact that he saved money by growing his own vegetables and one cucumber just cost him £70.50.
The mission: unblock a toilet
The reward: £60+VAT
The risks: Sights that will haunt your dreams for eternity
The truth about clearing blocked toilets on a regular basis is that you soon become desensitised to the blood and guts of it all, just like Gil Grisham on CSI.....cool as a cucumber.
I was met at the front door by a very friendly cat, waiting to get back to the warmth of his window seat. I rang the bell and the door opened, the cat dashed in. I greeted the customer and he stepped aside to let me in.
As I walked past him he passed a comment that was music to my ears
"Its not a messy job"
"oh really?" I answered
"I know what has blocked it" he proclaimed, slightly ashamed.
I stopped, turned around to face him with my hands on my hips. Just like my mother used to do when she was about to scold me.
"What is it?" I asked
"I think you'll need to rod it!"
"What is it?"
"I flushed a cucumber"
My hands dropped to my sides as I raised an eyebrow and then a small chuckle came over me as I considered the possibility that he was speaking metaphorically.
We moved through the kitchen out the back door and into a courtyard. Immediately to the right of the kitchen door and just before the vegetable garden was the entrance to the toilet. I started to piece together what must have happened. I put down my tool bag, took off my jacket and put it on the floor. Like a surgeon I wiped my brow, snapped on my rubber gloves and dove in.
10-15 minutes later the toilet was cleared of all vegetables and flushing freely again. As a final demonstration of a job well done I dropped a handful of toilet paper down the bowl. We both gazed expectantly into the bowl as it swirled around and disappeared.
I filled out the invoice and he happily handed over his credit card.
I pulled the door closed behind myself and glanced back at the window, the cat raised his head from his paws to watch me go. I once again found myself chuckling, the customer probably took pride in the fact that he saved money by growing his own vegetables and one cucumber just cost him £70.50.
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