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[sw_sfu]

Oh dear, dear dear God.

There was sewage in the air con yesterday. We left a half hour early. It was awful.

The smell is still here today; I want to cringe. If only there was a way that sewage smell was coverable, or we had windows that opened. Alas, our only ventilation is probably akin to Paul's friend's abscess-ass.

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[andyyyyyy]

In one of our shops, in one of the areas of Birmingham where you stand a greater than 50% chance of being shot if you stand still for too long, a mother came in with a kid, probably about 2 or so, that had clearly soiled its nappy and the kid ran ALL round the shop so the smell permeated every last crevice of the building. It took over an hour and a can of air freshener before we could even breathe. It wasn't helped by a particularly course young customer coming in shortly afterwards and shouting, very loudly, 'FUCKING HELL, IT STINKS OF SHIT IN HERE'!

And cheers for the reminder. You know I'd managed to go all day without thinking of rectal abscesses? Still...I don't suppose Paul's going to forget in a hurry so why should we get off lightly? :P

[sw_sfu]

That poor kid. Although I have no sympathy. There have been a couple of incidents at the HF studio, involving a friend of the production soiling themselves on our couch. And the smell permeates for days.

I have to get as much mileage out of that story as absolutely possible. It's not like he'd let us get away with it easily.

[lordofmisrule]

He's not my friend. Although funny you should mention him as he's just sent me a message...