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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Starr-struckI made eye to eye contact with Edwin Starr when he periodically came into the dry cleaners I had the misfortune to work in.
Following his gigs in various seaside holiday camps (Pontins and the like) he'd drop in his and his backing bands' stage clothes in several plastic shopping bags in which they'd been festering for several weeks.
These items comprised sweat stained strongly stinking BO ridden brightly coloured shirts made of some man-made material or other. It was my lucky task to wash or dry clean these for his next round of shows.
They smelt so bad I practically grabbed them off him and threw them in the wash before you could say minor celebrity whilst holding my breath as though my life depended on it (which it did). I think that they may have crawled into the washing machine under their own volition had I left them to it.
More a case of phwoar what is it good for?!
(sorry about that *cringes*)
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abefroman skating on the thin life of modern life on, Mon 26 Mar 2007, 16:53,
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