Early one morning last week a sleepy-eyed fish porter trudged through the grimy streets of Manchester. Suddenly a terrific explosion in the mains beneath the street hurled his body into the air. He was killed and his falling body seriously injured a passing postman. Almost at the same moment, Bam! another blast ripped open a street half a mile away. Bam! a third blew up the pavement a few hundred yards further on. Terror-stricken early risers, certain they were being bombed from the air, grabbed gas masks issued during the CzechoSlovak Crisis and rushed...
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