No Self-AwarenessI had a boss who had no idea of his body odour problem, and everybody was too tactful to break it to him. Not so a visiting Rev Ian Paisley: "What the blazes is that smell? Is it you?" That sorted it. Stories of people blissfully unaware of their bad smells, bad manners and foghorn voices.
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 29 Nov 2012, 13:31)
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They are bastardsEveryone. I'm 5'5" and every bloody gig I go to ends up with me weaving my head around like a manic owl trying to see between heads and shoulders.
I had to escape the crowd when I went to see Muse in Dublin back before they were shit. When everyone started jumping up and down, their shoulders were at face level.
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clockworkrat has nice pants, Thu 29 Nov 2012, 20:52,
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