Personal HygieneThere 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?
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chthonic, Thu 22 Mar 2007, 12:40)
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Sweaty soloA few years ago we were on a night out in Brum in the middle of a hot summer. The venue was a (then) new swanky place so we all had smart attire on.
My friend who shall remain nameless, was sporting a relatively expensive trendy new pale blue short sleeved shirt made out of a thick material and patterned such that I can describe it only as like fancy flock Victorian era wallpaper.
The inevitable occurs and friend starts sweating from the pits, profusely. Within no time at all large sweat patches are visible (pale shirt in hot weather, bad idea). Soon he has sweat patches on his chest and back to go with his now larger sweaty pit stains.
It got no better for the poor lad. After around half an hour of sweating, the patches had grown to such an extent that they became joined, even over his shoulders and his designer shirt looks like he's wearing a waistcoat over it. A proper Han Solo esque natty little number.
I found him in the gents stuffing bog roll under his armpits whilst trying to dry his shirt off under the hand dryer. I pointed out to him that as he'd been doing this for half an hour that he was fighting a losing battle and he agreed, gave up and got drunk.
Needless to say he didn't pull that night.
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abefroman skating on the thin life of modern life on, Fri 23 Mar 2007, 15:08,
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