Sorry for the long hiatus, but there are some things in life that just need to be blasted about.
Me. Stress, Stress, Stressing in the middle of a 3hr geography exam....
The clugging of an engine can be heard, tearing inside the school ground, parking itself right next to the hall.
The floor shudders under the subwoofers of doom, as rabid hip hop music can be heard, some hip hop artist attempting to strut his stuff and failing miserably....
And a massive whiff of distinct "fragrance" comes rushing in, flowing through the windows, combining itself with 40 degree heat, and creating a "one of a kind" "perfume".
Obviously the examiners give a "WTF?" look.....The poor lady has probably lost 10 years of her life as this stench enters her fragile lungs.
They open the door. A black convertible with a dangling P plate stands there, its owner totally oblivious of his unmistakeble identity.
But seriously, that smell is one of the greatest identification tools that I have ever witnessed (Well it's strong enough to have a physical presence...)
No need for dog tags in war,
no need for smart cards in super secret CIA buildings.
One sniff and everybody will know wo you are.
Perhaps he could distill his own sweat and market it as a product in it's own right?
So here, is the conlusion of my little rant. If anybody has any complaints...well I'm sure a whiff of "MB" will sooth things out, creating a nice and pleasant atmosphere for everybody.....