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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Alex....At uni, I knew a guy called Alex- who can only be described as being unique at the best of times.
A welsh lad, his personal hygiene did nothing to improve the image of the welsh (only joking, they are very nice people...no i'm not be sarcastic...)
lets start with his room:- If I know I was going to pop up to Alex's room I would try my best to wear old t-shirts, y'know the stuff you dont mind getting ruined, dont mind throwing away, that sorta thing. His room had a unique smell about it, somewhere between BO, and dog hair (even though you arent allowed dogs in halls...)in the summer, you could also add in the potent smell of stilton.
Now as far as i'm aware, Alex did not have any bottles with a piss/jizz mixture (thank God) His bed covers seem to support a life form all of its own. Every day new stains of different kinds would appear (I kid you not), the floor of his room looked like the local tip, with old take-away boxes etc... MARKED UNDIES (ugh) socks that look like they have been worn for more then two weeks at a time. He did have a dirty clothes bin, but I think that got lost under the clothes. The rest of us were to afraid to try and move anything to find it.
He had dishes on the floor with mould growing on them, glasses that looked green, etc...
His toothbrush- He NEVER and I mean NEVER brushed his teeth. Not that it would matter if he did, his toothbrush looked older then Jesus. It was yellow, and looked a little thin on bristles- and you can forget mouthwash.
On the odd occassion (and I do mean odd) that Alex came around to our flat, I would make sure that as SOON as he left, I would dis-infect any/all surfaces he touched- and then some just to make sure I got all the germs.
If he sat on my bed, I would resist the urge to throw him out of my room. The bed sheets would be changed, and the plastic matress (God bless Uni Halls) would be dis-infected again.
I will never forget the time I walked into his room , and under a grug induced haze he smiled at me with his yellow teeth. The smell that day was other-worldly.
Last I heard, He transfered uni (to leeds!) and still has the same bad habits.
(, Sun 25 Mar 2007, 13:52, Reply)
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