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Britons do not scrub up well with two in five men and a third of women failing to have a daily shower, research revealed today.
The last time I tried renting somewhere for a gig in the UK the majority of the places on offer didn't have a shower.
Bit like the Sun and stats on French purchases of bars of soap. Shower gel is likely to see more sales than soap bars in a country where showers rather than a bath are the norm.
Behold the warranty -- the bold print giveth and the fine print taketh away.
So, who are the cleanliness police who decided that it is obligatory to have a shower every day and why didn't I get the memo?
FFS Newcastle at the minute is chillier than a penguins snatch, I won't be running for a bus and I'm hardly under pressure at work.... The chances of me raising a sweat are ZERO!
I had a two hour soak in the bath with a couple of bottles of beer and the ipod on....
Why should I feel bad about not having a shower today?
.. I had a two hour soak in the bath with a couple of bottles of beer and the ipod on....
Why should I feel bad about not having a shower today?
Exactly, and a lot of those Yorkshire folk who don't shower every day are pensioners who (a) Don't tend to exert themselves much physically, (b) have to watch the eleccy bills, and (c) Aren't always aware that today's soap is *far* weaker than it used to be (so the soap companies can sell deodorant, and more soap come to that).
Try having a bath or shower every day using soap from 1920 say, and you really would end up with skin problems - It was like caked washing powder in those days. (Soap powder used to be called soap flakes, because that's what it was.)
I used to work with a chap years ago who was very tidy and dapper. Never a hair out of place. Good suit. Immaculate shoes.
The only problem was, his feet STANK!
His traditionally-crafted leather brogues were not sufficient to contain the festering evil therein, and about 30 minutes after he arrived at the office, the familiar and gag-inducing aroma could be detected.
He was well known for it, but seemed oblivious to the fact. We were all contractors in this office so nobody knew the guy sufficiently well to raise the delicate topic with him, without causing offence.
I presume it was Athlete's Foot or some similar nasty fungal thing. B.O. is bad enough but this was really unpleasant.
Thankfully he got replaced, as his unique talents were required somewhere else.
You've come right out the other side of the forest of irony and ended up in the desert of wrong.
I used to work with a chap years ago who was very tidy and dapper. Never a hair out of place. Good suit. Immaculate shoes.
The only problem was, his feet STANK!
His traditionally-crafted leather brogues were not sufficient to contain the festering evil therein, and about 30 minutes after he arrived at the office, the familiar and gag-inducing aroma could be detected.
He was well known for it, but seemed oblivious to the fact. We were all contractors in this office so nobody knew the guy sufficiently well to raise the delicate topic with him, without causing offence.
I presume it was Athlete's Foot or some similar nasty fungal thing. B.O. is bad enough but this was really unpleasant.
Thankfully he got replaced, as his unique talents were required somewhere else.
I used to work with a chap years ago who was very tidy and dapper. Never a hair out of place. Good suit. Immaculate shoes.
The only problem was, his feet STANK!
His traditionally-crafted leather brogues were not sufficient to contain the festering evil therein, and about 30 minutes after he arrived at the office, the familiar and gag-inducing aroma could be detected.
He was well known for it, but seemed oblivious to the fact. We were all contractors in this office so nobody knew the guy sufficiently well to raise the delicate topic with him, without causing offence.
I presume it was Athlete's Foot or some similar nasty fungal thing. B.O. is bad enough but this was really unpleasant.
Thankfully he got replaced, as his unique talents were required somewhere else.
remember this. There is a French equivilent treading the grapes of a future bottle of suavigon blanc even as we speak
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("")("") Born to Drink. Forced to Work
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