Personal HygieneThere comes a point at which your hygiene becomes less your problem and more everyone else's:
My old school nurse never seemed to wash - instead she wrapped herself in crepe bandages from the first aid kits. The smell was beyond pungent. If you got ill at school, it was better to suffer than try and explain symptoms whilst only breathing out.
When she was eventually 'let go',they had to strip the wallpaper in her office to get rid of the lingering odour.
How scuzzy have you got? Or, failing that, how bad have people you know got?
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chthonic, Thu 22 Mar 2007, 12:40)
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Cheesy wotsitsMy good Martin friend and I, having taken a year out of university to write a computer game, were holed up in my gran's (empty) house for ten days. My washing regime lapsed a little, I'll admit - but not so badly as Martin's, who (unbeknownst to me) had singularly failed to wash, or remove his pants and t-shirt for over a week, even to sleep.
Day nine was much the same as any other, both sat at our respective screens - until a strangely-contemplative look flittered over Martin's face, as if he'd had one of those 'eureka' moments - then he reached down, rubbed briefly at his crotch, sniffed his fingers, and declared - with a tone in his voice I can only describe as pride -
"I can smell my pants through my jeans."
I made him shower.
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Happy Phantom has been to Hastings, Brighton, and Eastbourne too, Tue 27 Mar 2007, 16:57,
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