There is a Dame Judith of Stench currently emanating from my broom cupboard. I shall have to deal with this upon the morrow. Somethings are best left to the forensic light of day. It seems focused on the Felix boxes at the front and when I fed His Furry Majesty there was matter upon the pouches. It was crumbly and slightly like breadcrumbs in constituency.
The general bouquet has high notes of rank citrus on top of a strong middle-range of cat puke and rancid blue cheese followed by bass-notes of Heinz Macaroni Cheese. Thanks to Jilly Goulden for that! It’s an interesting smell. Horrible but peculiar if you see what I mean. It is one to savour in all it’s true sickly sweetness. It has nuances in the way a Paveway bomb does but a Greek public toilet doesn’t if you catch my drift. They lack the specifically horrible nuance. They are just a full-spectrum dominance of evil. This keeps flitting around.
Just out of interest what is the worst smell you ever did… er… smell?
I dunno if I I need Dettol, napalm, an exorcist, or HP Lovecraft for this one. But there is definitely something against God, reason and humanity happening in there. I suspect Great Cthulhu may be rising in my broom-cupboard. And that would be a right cunting state of affairs because like all my tools and stuff are in there. I have rawl-plugs and duct tape in there! What’s Obama gonna do about that then?
Something happened in that cupboard. Something eldritch and possibly cthonian. Anyway I’ll sort it on the morrow.