A Whole New Smell

You read it correctly; we are clearly dealing with an entirely new smell as so far unfamiliar to myself and probably most other people alive in this century without the support of an iron lung. Behold...


Gripped by a frenzy of impulse buying at the hardware store, along with one of those little wire wool bundles of joy which prevents kettle filthing up, I noticed these colourful looking bars nestling next to the Brasso. Knowing we were in need of more hand soap, I willfully bagged them up. And at 4 for 3, bargainalicious. I can confirm they clean your hands a treat, and don't leave any sort of cracking or bruising but the smell is something else entirely.

Claiming to be flavoured with 'Coal Tar' which is, as others would rightly posit, a rather dubious boast. But the smell from these bars, which I can only describe as cross between a burning chimmney and a vets waiting room. It is awesome. And it has well and truly stunk up under the stairs where reserve bars are stored, and the bathroom where a single bar lies in state.

If you see this stuff out there people, I don't think i can recommend it enough. Its an entirely fresh olfactory experience. Even if you hate it, you can at least say you tried. Now get out there.

Quiet on teh Westernized Front

Excellent. It would seemt hat due to almost an entire year's worth of producive inactivity I can post here without feeling guilty about being late as no one is sitting waiting. Champion.

It snowed here last night, in a pathetic sort of way. The way which means lives and transport links with the rest of teh country were not threatened and life continues apace without encumberance. Balls.

The most important thing to know at the moment is I am making a megaman sprite out of wooden blocks. Like someone trying to built the internet using paper. I read something about the internet being God the other day. I think that is a lie, as the internet does exist, and you can use it do do your shopping.

Do do do. I meant to do that.