
I 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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( , Thu 29 Nov 2012, 13:31)
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( , Fri 30 Nov 2012, 16:46, 5 replies)

If it was between Chesterfield and Derby where you got lost, you'd have no Tibshelf awareness.
( , Fri 30 Nov 2012, 17:38, closed)

Or, for that matter, an idea whether it exists or not.
( , Sat 1 Dec 2012, 15:01, closed)

...to visit some 'friends' who are terminally odd.
( , Sat 1 Dec 2012, 18:09, closed)

as when I can't find things on different levels in the kitchen cupboards
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