Personal Hygiene
There comes a point at which your hygiene becomes less your problem and more everyone else's:
My old school nurse never seemed to wash - instead she wrapped herself in crepe bandages from the first aid kits. The smell was beyond pungent. If you got ill at school, it was better to suffer than try and explain symptoms whilst only breathing out.
When she was eventually 'let go',they had to strip the wallpaper in her office to get rid of the lingering odour.
How scuzzy have you got? Or, failing that, how bad have people you know got?
( , Thu 22 Mar 2007, 12:40)
There comes a point at which your hygiene becomes less your problem and more everyone else's:
My old school nurse never seemed to wash - instead she wrapped herself in crepe bandages from the first aid kits. The smell was beyond pungent. If you got ill at school, it was better to suffer than try and explain symptoms whilst only breathing out.
When she was eventually 'let go',they had to strip the wallpaper in her office to get rid of the lingering odour.
How scuzzy have you got? Or, failing that, how bad have people you know got?
( , Thu 22 Mar 2007, 12:40)
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Oooh one I can post on....
Growing up - a few years ago now, I happened to encounter the foulest, most fetid beast ever of woman born.
His name was "S", and it is with a certain fear of reliving the memories that I recount this tale.
This was a person seemingly trapped in the nightmarish period of mid 1980's Heavy Metal.
He only wore faded Iron Maiden t-shirts and one of two pairs of jeans, which he literally lived in - sleeping in them. His hair was a long matted greasy clump, and washing was an optional activity - but these are minor details.
The true horror came from his diet. He literally lived on Pot Noodles, frozen microwave meals, and cheap "happy shopper" cola. This coupled with chain smoking cheap cigarettes and never *ever* brushing his teeth resulted in the worst rotten maw I have ever witnessed.
I happened to bump into him about 5 years later, and the horrific sight before me will stay with me for ever.
His teeth were rotten stumps encrusted in deep layers of plaque, and his gums were so infected and swollen he could barely speak - think Marlon Brando in "The God Father". In fact Shaun Ryder was an advert for Peal Drops compared to this.
He was stick thin, and his flesh had a cadaverous quality of the nearly dead, and yes - he was still wearing one of those Iron Maiden t-shirts.
Seriously kids, brush twice a day.
Length etc.
/lurk
( , Thu 22 Mar 2007, 14:40, Reply)
Growing up - a few years ago now, I happened to encounter the foulest, most fetid beast ever of woman born.
His name was "S", and it is with a certain fear of reliving the memories that I recount this tale.
This was a person seemingly trapped in the nightmarish period of mid 1980's Heavy Metal.
He only wore faded Iron Maiden t-shirts and one of two pairs of jeans, which he literally lived in - sleeping in them. His hair was a long matted greasy clump, and washing was an optional activity - but these are minor details.
The true horror came from his diet. He literally lived on Pot Noodles, frozen microwave meals, and cheap "happy shopper" cola. This coupled with chain smoking cheap cigarettes and never *ever* brushing his teeth resulted in the worst rotten maw I have ever witnessed.
I happened to bump into him about 5 years later, and the horrific sight before me will stay with me for ever.
His teeth were rotten stumps encrusted in deep layers of plaque, and his gums were so infected and swollen he could barely speak - think Marlon Brando in "The God Father". In fact Shaun Ryder was an advert for Peal Drops compared to this.
He was stick thin, and his flesh had a cadaverous quality of the nearly dead, and yes - he was still wearing one of those Iron Maiden t-shirts.
Seriously kids, brush twice a day.
Length etc.
/lurk
( , Thu 22 Mar 2007, 14:40, Reply)
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