Ah, M. Eric Le Rouge, the well known Shower of Shit over Shropshire story.
I wonder if he, the young Blaster, got an earful when he was still a "master". I did hear that when a certain Mr & Mrs Bates the affluent local wool merchants took their son to Bradfoird Grammar School in order that a paid for education would ensure that the rough Yorkshire edges were knocked off him. Upon being shown into the great man's study Mr Bates, never one to beat about any sort of a bush said by way of introduction "I am Mr Bates, this is Mrs Bates," and pointing to the boy "And this Master Bates."   The head's reply was to assure them that the school would soon cure him of that!!
But back to effluvent..
In the words of a well known song...
Down in the sewer, shovelling up manure,
That's where the navvies do their bit, shovelling shit,
You can hear the shovels ring, with a ding-a-ling-a-ling,
When you're down in the sewer in the morning.