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The Glass Box stinks

Eddie Mair | 15:20 UK time, Tuesday, 8 May 2007

Well of course, not our Blog concept of the box. It smells only of roses, and after eights.

No. The real Glass Box smells like an autopsy. We went in for our 11.00 and then departed to hold it somewhere else. At the 14.30 we just put up with it. Spilt milk, apparently (we've done the jokes) but honestly if spilt milk smells like that, then you should treat it like nuclear waste.

Comments

  1. At 03:29 PM on 08 May 2007, Big Sister wrote:

    So, who spilt it, Eddie? Surely not ....... C Quinn? Must be all that overtime.

    Of course, in the good old days(!) the cigarette smoke would have concealed it.

    I hope your reference to roses was a flowery one. Too much chocolate talk round here for my taste.

  2. At 03:31 PM on 08 May 2007, Miss Effingham wrote:

    Eddie,

    I notice that when I work in corporate office environments, my armpits, particularly my right one, start to give out a disgusting metallic smell of onions, which no deodorant or amount of washing can control. The solution to this problem has been, not to work in corporate offices! I have decided I am allergic to that sort of environment.

  3. At 03:38 PM on 08 May 2007, anth wrote:

    Personal experience suggests that semi-skimmed is far worse than full fat when it comes to bad odours.

    As today's, that is the product sold these days under the title of homogenised semi-skimmed milk starts to go off, it gives tea a hint of orange citrus. It's only about a day later that you can smell it's off, and if you pour that into your tea, it's quite a job cleaning the resulting mess out of your tea mug.

    Well, I'm a man, I know women have a better sense of smell, perhaps that's why they keep pouring my milk down the sink.

  4. At 03:39 PM on 08 May 2007, Fifi wrote:

    When I was growing up, the family business was a caravan site. With toilet blocks rather than plumbed-in caravans.

    Long time ago, obviously!

    The smell of milk that had gone off was, in my professional opinion, far worse than 'anything else' one encountered. (I'll spare us all the details!)

    To this day, I can't bear the smell of yogurt.

    Fifi

  5. At 03:53 PM on 08 May 2007, DI Wyman wrote:

    Fifi......i stayed there when i was a lad, my nasal passages were ruined for life...

  6. At 04:07 PM on 08 May 2007, Simon Worrall wrote:

    anth;
    Reading your last sentence;
    In 'The Bachelor Home Companion' by P.J.O'Rourke he discusses house cleaning for the bachelor, i.e. should you do any? When talking of the bathroom/lavvy he makes the point that it's up to you whether you clean it or not. No woman ever came to a Bachelor's house to inspect the bathroom.

    But many left once they had.

    Si.

  7. At 04:11 PM on 08 May 2007, Simon Worrall wrote:

    DI W;
    For one awful moment there I thought you had written your nasal passages were urined for life! How appropriate I thought.

    The reality didn't live up to the promise.

    Si.

  8. At 04:26 PM on 08 May 2007, Big Sister wrote:

    Are you sure it was Innocent's Gone Sour?

  9. At 04:39 PM on 08 May 2007, DI Wyman wrote:

    Simon (7).....thanks, as long as I can stimulate interesting and intelligent conversation I will be one happy dude...

  10. At 04:48 PM on 08 May 2007, apprentice wrote:

    I wonder if sour soya milk pongs as badly, maybe you just get soy sauce?

    Maybe you should meet in the ice box instead Eddie?

    Ask Mr Naughtie to knock up some drop scones next time -shame to waste it.

  11. At 05:08 PM on 08 May 2007, Frances O wrote:

    Crikey, what a lot of back-slapping and mutual luvviedom from Norn Iron at the top of the programme.

    Wonder how much was really meant?

    Still, it gives hope to those who care about the Province/6 Counties/Ulster (select name of your choice) and general peace and reconciliation.

  12. At 05:08 PM on 08 May 2007, DI Wyman wrote:

    ....Living in the countryside as I do there is one smell that really can turn my stomach. Our cat has a habit of bringing back rabbits for late night snacks, as she is only a nibbler she eats the best bits...and just dumps the rest on the conserv'y floor, believe me disembowelled rabbit really pongs.

    I can unblock the sewer, I can change my grandsons nappy, I can just about stand the aroma of the passing honey wagon.....but a decomposing kit first thing in the morning is beyond the pale!

  13. At 05:14 PM on 08 May 2007, Gossipmistress wrote:

    People often talk of things 'smelling like an autopsy' but not many people have actually smelt one.....

  14. At 06:18 PM on 08 May 2007, admin annie wrote:

    GM - not even professionals, who I gather slather their top lips with Vick.

    When I was younger I wanted to be a forensic pathologist, but the dream died the day we had to cut up sheeps lungs in Biology. I was happy wiht the noise and the feel, but the smell was just too much....

  15. At 07:43 PM on 08 May 2007, Izzy T'Me wrote:

    In the same vein..

    I recently had to spend a morning in an abbatior with a group of other students. There was much trepidation and slathering of top lips with V*cks. However, I found that the smell in the corridors was far worse than that in the actual cutting room.

    Not the best experience of my life to date.....!

  16. At 10:47 PM on 08 May 2007, Annasee wrote:

    I think my abiding memory of biology in the last year of school was the day we all had to dissect a freshly-shot rabbit. I can still conjure up the memory of the smell if I try. Don't want to though. And I remember the mass of chewed up grass in its stomach. Horrible. I was clearly not destined for a medical or vets career.

    I remember the first car we had when I was a child somehow got milk spilt in it (in the days when there were only milk bottles with foil lids). The pong stayed forever & I felt sick every time we went anywhere. Perhaps you'll have to get some of that odour-neutralising spray for the glass box? The sort of high-powered stuff they sell in pet shops for getting rid of cat calling- cards.

  17. At 10:48 AM on 09 May 2007, Big Sister wrote:

    Okay, since this seems to have come the stinky thread, my own contribution to this would be the awful smell (yes, rotting flesh!) that we had to live with when the rat invasion experienced winter 2000-2001 was finally brought to a poisonous end. The dead rodents in the unreachable voids stank us out for weeks, and led to a very unpleasant plague of bluebottles.

    Pass me the smelling salts, guys!

  18. At 11:46 AM on 09 May 2007, Frances O wrote:

    Biology - looking at pickled pregnant rats. My best friend fainted.

  19. At 08:18 PM on 09 May 2007, Annasee wrote:

    Ooh, is it too late to remember another really foul occasion? We were cat-sitting at a friend's house while they went away for a week. Their house was on several levels, & the cellar was fairly dark & gloomy & we didn't go down there. But over the week there was a steadily-increasing stench of death pervading the house. I kept checking everywhere for dead animals, & blaming the cats.

    When our friends got back, the husband went down into the cellar (where they kept their freezer) & discovered a pack of sirloin steak which he had left on top of the freezer before they went away...

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