Standing outside a pub at the end of a sunny(ish) day and pint in hand sounds pretty ideal for a Tuesday evening, so that's what I found myself doing. A group of us all nattering away about 'adland' and putting the worlds to rights but there's one topic of conversation that keeps arising. The smell of the drains. I mean it's not on the same scale as some other locations but all the same it did seem to strip the hairs of a lot of nostrils last night.
Despite this, the shock of the smell in the ladies loos still hits me pretty hard and was somewhat unexpected to be on such a scale. I mean it stunk in there. And while pictures convey a scene of a relatively clean cubicle and only a few sheets of dropped loo roll to complain about, there's some things that pictures just can't show. The temptation to put a hazy green smoke over all the pics was there but whether it would have shown up on the puke green wall paint who knows.
All I can hope for is that some, just some of my beer money goes on sorting out them damn drains and not any more pointless hand soap.
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