
The first thing that hit me was the smell: Like a billion wet pennies in a pile of rotting fish. At the start, I wasn't aware of the huge chunks they'd already torn out of Bruce, so I was sad – he still looked whole, like he was having a sleep. But then when I saw the way his blubber had been massacred, the sadness went away and I was overwhelmed with awe. The scale of the thing was unbelievable – I'm 6ft, and couldn't see over Bruce's body to talk to my mate.If you're wondering how those big holes got in the side of Bruce, it's because the only way to get rid of him was to use chainsaws to cut him into "manageable chunks" so he could be taken to the local landfill. Not the most peaceful end to Bruce's life, but at least they didn't try to blow him up.








