It was a terrifying experience, like a scene outta Aliens...the joint I had prior to the pool incident didn't really help the proceedings, I was quite fucking scared.
Does anybody remember the public toilets in Pool Meadow in the sixties/seventies ?. Now that was a cornucopia of intense piss smells and not pleasant either.
after a couple of weeks smelling 'normal' my piss is back to 'Roast Chcken Crisps' smell again. It's bloody lovely - I'm tempted to taste it.
Should I?
after a couple of weeks smelling 'normal' my piss is back to 'Roast Chcken Crisps' smell again. It's bloody lovely - I'm tempted to taste it.
Should I?
I loved working there! If I recall, it would be around 1970 - 71 ish. Great load of customers. Typical Wood Enders. 'Look after your own' type of people.
I loved working there! If I recall, it would be around 1970 - 71 ish. Great load of customers. Typical Wood Enders. 'Look after your own' type of people.
No, it was a big, burly ex-copper called John. Can't remember his surname though. He kept two huge Alsatians behind the bar at all times. I think they helped quell any trouble!
after a couple of weeks smelling 'normal' my piss is back to 'Roast Chcken Crisps' smell again. It's bloody lovely - I'm tempted to taste it.
Should I?