A University Colleague Of Mine....
God knows you could smell his feet.

In fact you could smell his feet so much, that lurking behind his door in halls, and in his room in the house he then shared with my best mate.

The lights were always off and there was an impenetrable wall-of-stink that people with working noses would not dare attempt to pass though.

Bad feet like you wouldn't ever believe.


He went on Industrial Placement during his University sandwich year and loved it - he was learning a lot, and earning money.

He came back to University to finish the final year of his HND, and when the exams arrived...Proceeded to get drunk before each and every exam and spoil his papers, in one case by drawing in some detail schematic plans for an "execution machine."

His contemporaries passed the HND, some of us went on to the final year of the following degree course, and some left. Some, like me - went into a 2 year degree programme.

He went back to Egremont in Cumbria and killed himself some years later.
(caescarna Hell's Roomba, Tue 7 Feb 2012, 15:06, 1 reply)

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a happy ending.
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