His name was Albert...
At work I joined a new team and moved to their office - "comfortable" for four of us, but not particularly big.

After a few weeks there, I started noticing a slightly ripe smell. I knew, however, that one of the chaps on the team had small children, so I put it down to imperfect laundry after a baby-sick-down-back incident, or similar.

It did seem to happen a lot, though.

By chance one day I cleared up some of the crap surrounding my desk, and on a high shelf I found an old coffee cup that had been colonised by mould, which was now making its escape and venturing boldly over the rim and down the side. A quick sniff, followed by a revulsion repulsion so violent it looked like overdone comedy, and I mentally absolved the father-of-young and went to make chemical warfare on my discovery.
(mmm savoury snacks, Fri 3 Feb 2012, 8:07, Reply)