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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Sheffield tramp
Back when I was living in Sheffield me and a mate used to eat our lunchtime sandwiches by the cathedral. There was one notable bloke wandering around who was clearly either a full-blown tramp or at least a sheltered housing case. He used to walk around the square in front of the cathedral with a massive bit of runny snot hanging out of his nose, picking up fag ends off the floor and putting them in his back pocket. One memorable time we saw him squatting by the wall of the cathedral doing a poo....you couldn't help but watch to be honest.
The thing is, if it wasn't for his clearly insane behaviour he could almost have passed for a normal (if a bit dirty) old man, which makes me think he wasn't actually sleeping on the streets, just turfed out daily to wander around. The state that some people get into is very very depressing and I've got nothing but sympathy for anyone who ends up like that.
( , Fri 23 Mar 2007, 14:05, Reply)
Back when I was living in Sheffield me and a mate used to eat our lunchtime sandwiches by the cathedral. There was one notable bloke wandering around who was clearly either a full-blown tramp or at least a sheltered housing case. He used to walk around the square in front of the cathedral with a massive bit of runny snot hanging out of his nose, picking up fag ends off the floor and putting them in his back pocket. One memorable time we saw him squatting by the wall of the cathedral doing a poo....you couldn't help but watch to be honest.
The thing is, if it wasn't for his clearly insane behaviour he could almost have passed for a normal (if a bit dirty) old man, which makes me think he wasn't actually sleeping on the streets, just turfed out daily to wander around. The state that some people get into is very very depressing and I've got nothing but sympathy for anyone who ends up like that.
( , Fri 23 Mar 2007, 14:05, Reply)
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