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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Silverlink
If any b3tards ever frequent the Silverlink Trains service from Watford Junction to Euston they might be familiar with the geographical olfactory phenomenon that happens at Wembley Central: people who board or leave the train there SMELL. Usually it's either garlic or garam masala that they smell of, which isn't too bad. But a few weeks ago this middle aged black guy wearing denim dungarees got on, and my God, the smell was so offensive I wanted to cry. I've got a pretty high tolerance for BO thanks to having an uncle who only washes once a week...judging by the comparison between my uncle and this guy he must have not washed for at least three months.
And then he stood next to me.
It was horrific.
The train was too crowded for me to have moved.
Half an hour later, we finally pulled into Euston. In my haste to get onto the platform and fill my lungs with fresh air, I stumbled face first into his armpit.
I am genuinely traumatised.
( , Fri 23 Mar 2007, 15:52, Reply)
If any b3tards ever frequent the Silverlink Trains service from Watford Junction to Euston they might be familiar with the geographical olfactory phenomenon that happens at Wembley Central: people who board or leave the train there SMELL. Usually it's either garlic or garam masala that they smell of, which isn't too bad. But a few weeks ago this middle aged black guy wearing denim dungarees got on, and my God, the smell was so offensive I wanted to cry. I've got a pretty high tolerance for BO thanks to having an uncle who only washes once a week...judging by the comparison between my uncle and this guy he must have not washed for at least three months.
And then he stood next to me.
It was horrific.
The train was too crowded for me to have moved.
Half an hour later, we finally pulled into Euston. In my haste to get onto the platform and fill my lungs with fresh air, I stumbled face first into his armpit.
I am genuinely traumatised.
( , Fri 23 Mar 2007, 15:52, Reply)
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