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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The Oundle HagAh, memories are resurfacing. Some which were better left undisturbed in the sediment of my mind...
The Oundle Hag is/was (don't know if she's still alive, this was while I was at school) this crazy old woman called Irene who wandered around Oundle (small market town in Northants).
She was a nutcase who'd try to carry everything she owned in the pockets of a padded coat she always wore, whatever the weather. Despite the fact that she was reputedly quite well off and had a perfectly nice house in which to keep her belongings.
She never washed; her thin, lank hair was plastered to her skull with the grease of years. I think she wore all the clothes she owned all the time, so the sweat had made its way from the inner layer to the very outside over a number of years. And she used to wander into the newsagents in the centre of town, try to steal stuff, and shout abuse at anyone in her path.
Frequently, she would piss herself in the middle of the biscuits aisle, and then shuffle out of the shop with a delighted grin on her face, cackling smugly to herself.
(, Fri 23 Mar 2007, 17:14, Reply)
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