Inspired by Hemmsy’s description of our rumoured transfer targets as “bin juice”, what’s the worst thing you’ve ever caught a whiff of?
Our dog after he rolled over a rotting dead eal on Porlock Wier beach. Then had to take him back in the car for an hours drive to our holiday cottage. It had me gipping all the way back.
At uni we had two kitchens, one upstairs and one downstairs in this big 10 bed house share thing. No one used the downstairs one apart from this one lad as his room was next to it. He only used it when he was high and had the munchies. He once cooked scrambled eggs and left the pan with eggy bits still in it to soak in the sink downstairs. He then moved out and we found it a few months later. When we moved the water it disturbed the smell and it was horrible. We had to chuck the pan and empty the sink then leave the house to air out for a few hours.