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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When I travel between Bradford and Halifax I have no idea where I am.(, Fri 30 Nov 2012, 16:46, 5 replies)
Queensbury?I don't get it.
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The Mock TurtIe ™ --- Thinks you are a cunt, on, Fri 30 Nov 2012, 16:59,
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Further southIf it was between Chesterfield and Derby where you got lost, you'd have no Tibshelf awareness.
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I have no idea where Ulleskelf is either.Or, for that matter, an idea whether it exists or not.
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Oh it exists all right, I've been there.........to visit some 'friends' who are terminally odd.
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It's the same problemas when I can't find things on different levels in the kitchen cupboards
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