On Tue, 7 Jul 2015 12:27:44 +0100, Mike Tomlinson
wrote:

I was thinking it was abuut time for the annual Saniflo warning.

There is nothing wrong with a saniflo that cannot be cured by a low
yield nuclear weapon. Given the maximum level pumping distance is
quoted at 160ft and that "up to" in sales documents usually means
"nowhere near" the chances of reliably pumping 150fts worth of mashed
muck through a 22mm pipe is probably as close to zero as makes no
difference. In the event it wouldn't matter as someone will have
dropped into it one of the 7,893 articles which can stop this French
abomination from working.

Fixing this will entail removing the festering contents of the pan
plus the waste pipe and having 150ft of 22mm diameter effluent
discharging into the shed. Therefore the best place to install the
unsanitary abomination is probably outside and about 75 ft from the
house or shed.

Installing it in something like the old BT canvas huts linemen put
around roadside cabinets so they could work in the damp rather than
the wet would be ideal as this would provide through flow ventilation
and could easily be incinerated on the spot when the not sani decides
it won't flow.

This thing was designed by the French for heavens sake. The nation in
the world with the least idea of sanitary plumbing. The nation which
thinks a piece of wriggly tin on legs makes a really neat street
lavatory as you can chat to passers by while using it.

The imbecile designer chose a motor with the starting torque of a
dyspeptic spider and coupled it to a pair of disks with lots of teeth
- so anything with fibres causes it to stall and burn out. Cotton
wool is obviously instant death to the machine but even a diet high in
dietary fibre can be too much for it. Anyone considering using it
should be asked to certify that they have been on a bland fruit and
vegetable free diet for at least the previous week. The only drink
allowed would be liquid paraffin. Even looking closely at it will
make it fail. Owners often take to gluing and screwing the seat lid
onto the pan to discourage use. Some embed barbed wire into the seat,
others use caltrops or coat the seat with Nitrogen Triiodide.

Plumbers won't go near them unless they are paid at least 10 times the
going rate and even then its only those with 9 ex-wives and 43
children to pay support for who will descend to this sort of work.
Saniflowers have about them a certain miasma. Their vans carry
neither markings nor phone numbers. Shunned by their fellows and not
allowed in any self respecting hostelry they live a solitary and
lonely life their sleep constantly interrupted by nightmares of
deluges of minced effluent. Many went to help in Chernobyl and
Fukushima Daiichi. The slow lingering death of radiation poisoning
being a sweet release from the dreams of malfunctioning saniflos.

To check which houses in a street have a saniflo simply record one in
operation and play it back in the middle of the street at about 03:00.
You will hear strangled screams coming from possessors of saniflos
followed by lights coming on, screams and gunshots followed by the
bodies of wives and children falsely accused, convicted and executed
for using it being cast upon the ground. The witches of Salem trials
were models of legal purity compared with the instinctive reaction of
a saniflo owner who thinks it has actually been used.

For your application more sanitary, more reliable and MUCH cheaper to
repair options include :-

A bucket.
A shovel.
A gap behind the bushes.