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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Toy soldiersI worked for Games Workshop for a number of years, and thought I'd smelt it all.
Then they had a model wargames fair in the lobby of our university. This lobby consists of a very large atrium.
Several hundred of them all packed into what is effectively a giant green house in their "Han Shot First" t-shirts, getting excited because their cavalry were just about execute a textbook flank charge?
Me fuckin' eyes watered, mate.
I felt most sorry for the lass who's Dad was running a stall at the very back of the hall and had obviously dragged her along. Must have been about 16 or 17, hot as you like, with an expression like a kicked puppy who's learned resentment. I'd have rescued her if I could, but she was glaring holes in every nerd who walked past the stall and tried to give her The Eye (if it's possible to give someone The Eye when you look like a fat version of Sloth from the Goonies in fishbowl spectacles) with a balefull gaze that made every ounce of seething hatred a teenage girl can muster (which, as it turns out, is quite a lot) palpable.
Poor, poor thing... -.-
(, Sat 24 Mar 2007, 23:37, Reply)
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