A “large” sewer blockage caused by “fat, grease and rags” has forced the cancellation of a Bryan Adams concert in Australia on public health grounds.
The Grammy Award winning artist was due to perform at the RAC Arena in Perth on Sunday, but the city’s water corporation said a blocked main risked backing up the venue’s toilets.
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Perth’s water corporation said the fatberg responsible for the disruption had already “caused several wastewater overflows” on the main road near the venue and urged the public to avoid direct contact with “pooled water” in the area.
“We apologise for the inconvenience this has caused and will provide further updates as required,” it said in a post on Facebook, advising of the cancellation.
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Phew, that was a close one.
“Grease N’ Rags”
Well, I was down in Perth, on a Friday night, A concert ready, crowd was feeling right. But deep below, where the pipes are tight, A fatberg was waiting, a nasty sight.
Yeah, the grease and the rags, they made their stand, Clogging up the pipes, with a mighty hand. Bruce was on stage, ready to sing, But a fatberg blocked the whole damn thing!
Grease n’ rags, stoppin’ the show, Down in the sewers, where the water don’t flow. The Boss was ready, the crowd was loud, But the pipes were blocked, no music now!
Down below, where the waste goes away, A mountain of grime just refused to play. With rags and oil, it grew real fast, A sticky situation that we couldn’t outlast.
Yeah, Bruce was on fire, the band was tight, But the fatberg kept blocking the pipes all night. The crowd was screaming, they wanted to dance, But the sewer’s fatberg got the last chance.
Grease n’ rags, stoppin’ the show, In Perth, Australia, the music couldn’t flow. Bruce had to stop, but he didn’t complain, Just a fatberg stoppin’ the rock ‘n’ roll train.
Now the city’s workin’, tryin’ to break through, With shovels and pipes, they had no clue. But in the heart of the pipes, it held its ground, No rock ‘n’ roll was gonna make a sound.
Grease n’ rags, stoppin’ the show, In the depths of Perth, where the fatbergs grow. Bruce sang his heart out, but the concert was done, The fatberg’s reign had just begun.
So here’s to the grease and the rags that block, A sewer in Perth, where the music stops. But one day, we’ll clear that mess, And rock again with no distress!
Poor Bruce