Originally Posted by still.unsure

um... gross i know, but what the hell...

when in the morgue, we used to use eucalyptus oil to try and disguise the smell, especially if it was a bad one. didn't work very well.

(slightly funny and black side to it all was seeing all these old dottery grandmothers walking around with eucalyptus oil burners... the smell of death! )

Originally Posted by Blue Cat

you worked in a morgue!

Originally Posted by still.unsure

(one of my past lives i had to witness autopsy's - not any more, thank god! )

Originally Posted by Blue Cat

I had to go to one for part of my Medical Secretary training, never again

Originally Posted by mysharona

Scampi Fries remind me of an old girlfriend....













She used to eat loads of them.

Originally Posted by Morecambe Mindy

Hahahaha was fearing the worst then!

Originally Posted by still.unsure

(just as an aside, if a teenage kid is 'romanticising' suicide and/or death suggest that they go on a morgue visit... that might help them see it with a different perspective)

Originally Posted by Eva

Master Butcher's or Seamstress?

Originally Posted by still.unsure

(just as an aside, if a teenage kid is 'romanticising' suicide and/or death suggest that they go on a morgue visit... that might help them see it with a different perspective)

Originally Posted by still.unsure

there was one chap who... well... 'master butcher' would fit

Originally Posted by Blue Cat

I got a bottle of Body Shop white musk for Christmas, an old favourite of mine, every time I wear it I think of Duran Duran and nightclubbing at Banwell's Club in Shields Circa mid 80's.

Originally Posted by Spugsy

freshly cut grass in the summer, at my junior school in the summer we could go up on the playing field rather than the playground, when they cut the grass we'd run around having grass fights and making camps and stuff, fantastic days.

Oh and skunk, love that smell.