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DIRTIEST MAN THAT EVER LIVETH

An 80-year-old Iranian man has been tagged as the world's dirtiest man. It is claimed that the man who lives in isolation hasn't taken a bath in six decades, according to the Huffington Post.

Amou Haji is also known to eat rotten porcupine meat with relish and smoking animal poop.

The old man claims he started living away from society after he went through emotional setbacks when he was a young man.

The man living in southern Iran is scared of taking a bath as he thinks it might make him ill, the Huffington Post says.

To relax, he likes to sit down and have a smoke, from a pipe packed with animal faeces.

Haji, says he chose this way of life after going through some emotional setbacks in his youth and since then - perhaps unsurprisingly - he has become a bit isolated.

His home is in Dejgah village in the southern province of Fars in Iran where, once, a group of young men offered to give him a shower - but luckily he managed to escape.

At night, he either sleeps in a hole in the ground, which is quite like a grave, or in an open brick shack which concerned locals built for him.

As well as cleanliness, Haji also has an aversion to clean food and drink. He much prefers the rotten meat of dead animals and five litres of water a day from a rusty oil can.

But don't think Haji doesn't look after himself - when he wants to look his best he uses car mirrors for grooming, The Tehran Times reported.

And, when he needs a haircut, he simply burns his locks in a fire.

As for clothing, he wears rags and, in the winter, a war helmet to ward off the cold.

The last record of longest time going without showers belonged to a 66-year-old Indian man, Kailash Singh, who had not taken a bath over 38 years. Haji however claims to have beaten that.


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