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(, Sun 1 Apr 2001, 1:00)
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I have a fascination with perfumes and essential oils and stuff. I used to work in a duty free shop, and was quite good at identifying and finding perfumes for people.
My personal favourite smells are:
Paris (the perfume) because it reminds me of my Mum.
Chanel No 5 - which I used to hate, but I think my tastes have now matured sufficiently for me to love it.
Coal dust in the air on a cold day - because it reminds me of my grandparents' home in Barnsley. See also my granddad's pipe tobacco.
The smell of my dog. For those of you who aren't dog people, each dog has a very distinct smell. Ask Jeff.
As rswipe said up there somewhere, there is a chemical in something that takes me back to those sort of deoderants and showergels we all used as teenagers. Sure, Mum, Impulse (Fa for those who lived abroad and might remember it) and I'm suddenly 13 again.
Also, vanilla positively disgusts me these days, due to a period of my life where I pure reeked of the stuff. And no, I wasn't the fat unattractive girl at swipey's school.
I was the fat unattractive girl at my school.
(, Wed 2 Mar 2011, 16:52, 5 replies, latest was 15 years ago)
He smells like the Christmas tree when it comes out of the loft. Or teddy bear's fur. A bit dusty.
(, Wed 2 Mar 2011, 16:58, Reply)
Hahahahahahahahahahhaha
I swear I could actually hear a 'Hovis' colliery brass band striking up there. By 'eck.
*fancies pigeons*
(, Wed 2 Mar 2011, 16:59, Reply)
Barnsley is in the south of that fair county, and is an absolute shithole compared to the rolling hills and scenic cobbles of the Hovis area.
I think there's someone from QOTW who lives in Barnsley, but I can't remember who.
(, Wed 2 Mar 2011, 17:02, Reply)
Can't type a Northern accent, being a home counties chap and all
(, Wed 2 Mar 2011, 17:06, Reply)
just say 'gay southern woofter'. We're all friends here. Nobody will judge you.
(, Wed 2 Mar 2011, 17:09, Reply)
my knowledge of the impoverished, depressing, smelly north is not what it could be.
(, Wed 2 Mar 2011, 17:05, Reply)
and shit charcoal brickets to burn
(, Wed 2 Mar 2011, 17:03, Reply)
Was that a song by Northern Nora?
I remember her cousin Zoe sang the song 'Sunshine on a rainy day'
(, Wed 2 Mar 2011, 17:01, Reply)
Poorer than a red brick terrace in Bolton in't 50s. Eee, we 'ad it tough back then.
(, Wed 2 Mar 2011, 17:03, Reply)
But we 'ad uz sense of humour. Not like nowadays wi' yer 'drum and bass' music and fancy lagers.
(, Wed 2 Mar 2011, 17:06, Reply)
and wandered into a proper northern pub for a small tipple.
Apparently when he asked for a pint of lager and lime, the whole place descended into aggressive silence.
"Um... I mean... a pint of bitter please mate".
(, Wed 2 Mar 2011, 17:08, Reply)
You 'ad to murder yer granneh fer an alf a Mild.
(, Wed 2 Mar 2011, 17:09, Reply)
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