High on diesel and gasoline

There was a band called Suede that had a bit of success in the UK during the 1990s. Their hits included the songs Beautiful Ones, Trash and Animal nitrate. They were OK and I quite liked their stuff.... until, that was, when I realised that their lead singer sounded like Tommy Steele singing Little white bull.

But suede and other leather goods have quite a strong smell that can be a bit nasty at times. There's something not quite right about being able to smell the leather from your shoes; it's usually an indicator that your feet are too hot = sweat = manky, manky, manky.

Anyhoo. I bought meself a suede jacket the other day. It's really rather nice and it was only £30 from good old T K Maxx. I reckon it's ideal for a night out on the town and it'll go really well with jeans and a nice blouse. More's to the point, it doesn't look likely that I'll ever have my coy-du-roy (corduroy) blazer back from my darling sister, so I just HAD to have a going out jacket. Because I'm always out, social animal that I am.

The thing about suede is that it smells a bit nasty and can sometimes have fart undertones. The jacket is hung up in this room and I can smell it from here. I'm a bit worried about wearing this thing on a night out on the pull and people nearby thinking that I'm a bit excited about getting out of the house for a change.

Oh, the Big Gay Bash has been postponed until after I've recovered from my op since my colleague doesn't want anything to curtail my pulling potential. As if my fat arse isn't going to do that anyway.

Hey ho.


Trichlorophenol



This stuff was the pervading smell of all pensioner homes during the 1970s. Trichlorophenol? TCP to you and me, or THIS:

I don't know why the UK's elderly population were so dependent on this stuff back then, but I swear they bathed in it, gargled with it, used it as a cologne, cleaned the bathroom with it and boilwashed their smalls in it.

And the smell of even the tiniest amount of TCP is extremely persistent, even without this total saturation of their geriatric lifestyles with the stuff. I once lived in a flat for 18 months. During all that time, I could never shift the smell of TCP from the bathroom cabinet. It felt like the place was possessed with the spirit of an elderly lady who died of a chemical overdose in 1976.

There's a disturbing smell of cat wee filtering into this room. Where's the Zoflora?


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