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A smashing time in a vegetable market
20th October 1984, Page 130
20th October 1984
Page 130
Page 130, 20th October 1984
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A POLTERGEIST took possession of a fork-lift truck and got a London vegetablemarket porter the sack. The mischievous truck's forks tore open containers of tomatoes, mushrooms and carrots, squashed piles of fruit and punctured a lorry tyre.
The naughty appliance also crossed a kerb, hit a lamp post and wrecked a crate of grapes. Over the years it damaged market produce "on a mammoth scale," said the employer. Small wonder, then, that the driver forgot where he had dumped two pallets of vegetables for which the market authority had to pay substantial compensation to the owners.
As he protested indignantly when he was teasingly called "The Ripper": "We all have accidents."