One of the worst smells I have ever encountered ambushed me as I was being driven towards St Albans at about 4.30 in the morning. All there was in the vicinity was grass, trees and B-road, but even that view was fading as a fog (or conceivably a mist) began to materialise around us. Suddenly there was the most overpowering, eye-watering smell. It contained elements of every odour the brain is programmed to be repelled by and thus trigger protective mechanisms like gagging, fleeing or blaming the dog. Shit, vomit and decay, with other, unidentified damp and sinister background harmonics. If a septic tank exploded in a path lab and the results cascaded into the gourmet restaurant downstairs, that would not only begin to approximate the smell, but would also raise several questions about the local planning officer.
The driver kept her head, though almost not her dinner, and ploughed on. We were out of the fog/mist/grey stuff in about five minutes, but were pretty subdued for a while after. Since then, although they've all been far inferior to the Daddy, I've encountered other fogs of varying pungency. Last night, for example, it suddenly began to smell like someone had coated the Houses of Parliament in a fresh manure paste. Although I'm sure people have considered doing so (and what's our contingency plan for when they do? I suppose the taxpayer will have to stump up, it's just another example of rip-off Britain, etc), in this case it was the fog gently enveloping St Stephen's Tower.
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Date: 2006-04-25 12:17 pm (UTC)One of the worst smells I have ever encountered ambushed me as I was being driven towards St Albans at about 4.30 in the morning. All there was in the vicinity was grass, trees and B-road, but even that view was fading as a fog (or conceivably a mist) began to materialise around us. Suddenly there was the most overpowering, eye-watering smell. It contained elements of every odour the brain is programmed to be repelled by and thus trigger protective mechanisms like gagging, fleeing or blaming the dog. Shit, vomit and decay, with other, unidentified damp and sinister background harmonics. If a septic tank exploded in a path lab and the results cascaded into the gourmet restaurant downstairs, that would not only begin to approximate the smell, but would also raise several questions about the local planning officer.
The driver kept her head, though almost not her dinner, and ploughed on. We were out of the fog/mist/grey stuff in about five minutes, but were pretty subdued for a while after. Since then, although they've all been far inferior to the Daddy, I've encountered other fogs of varying pungency. Last night, for example, it suddenly began to smell like someone had coated the Houses of Parliament in a fresh manure paste. Although I'm sure people have considered doing so (and what's our contingency plan for when they do? I suppose the taxpayer will have to stump up, it's just another example of rip-off Britain, etc), in this case it was the fog gently enveloping St Stephen's Tower.
So come on, people. What is that smell?