Went sea fishing last Thursday & brought some spare bait back, a bit of unwashed squid & a few razorclams. I could have sworn I put them back in the freezer.
Except Iv'e since found out I left them in the bucket that has a lid on & today I opened the lid to wash the bucket.
BYUUURRKK!!
Any other stinky stories?
many years ago a pint of milk fell over in my van and emptied itself all over the passenger footwell carpet. I poured pints of soapy water in and out of the van in an attempt to flush the milk out. I thought I had succeeded as no pong at all (was dipping below freezing at night and cold during the day).
Then came the 4 day Easter weekend, it was a scorcher, with the van sitting in the sun all buttoned up.
Tuesday morning I opened the door sat in the seat and almost didn't get out, my god the smell....... Another morning of flushing with buckets of warm water got the smell to acceptable levels, till the next morning and repeat for a week.
Mate of mine believed that you couldn't wash MTB gloves. He'd wear them until they were falling off. At times, the smell made us think they were more likely to rise up and form a rebellion. Minging.
Walking across the lab to the fume cupboard carrying a Winchester of conc ammonia to be diluted I decided to loosen the cap before I had put the bottle down and switched on the extractor.
The fumes hit me, I thought I was going to pass out and drop the bottle on the floor. It was a very stupid thing to do.
For weeks I collected all the slugs and snails from the garden (>150 one night!) and lobbed them in a plastic box. When the time came to pour the fetid, liquidy mess down the drain the smell was absolutely putrid!
One of the many machines I look after is a thing called an Ensilor (we have several). It has an approx 1200 litre vat that dead Salmon & formic acid are minced up to produce a slurry type of waste. The propeller shaft has bearings that collapse about every year rendering the propeller/mincer inoperative , usually persons continue to fill it to the top! 😎
Then the Engineer (me) has to withdraw the whole assembly to refit new taper rollers to the shaft (Yay!!). The first one I did had been formenting for 10 months plus , pandora's box holds nothing as foul!
Black oozing bubbling putrid high protein greasy nastyness , the likes you never want to encounter. It doesn't phase me slightly these days. 😁
My mother had a collection of all the UKs mammals skulls ( don't ask - I'm the normal one in my family)
She prepared the skulls by leaving the head under a plantpot in the garden until it was putrid then boiling them up on the stove to remove the putrid flesh. the worst stink ever!
TJ's winning.
I dunno about the smell, but the reason for the smell is off the scale.
Won't be long now actually until the farmers compete with each other for the most putrid concoction of slurry they can come up with. Then just wait for a breezy sunny day and dump the lot all at once.
Faecal Vomit.
Surströmming
I'm not sure if the bastids actually eat the stuff or just have it to disgust tourists.
stuff they put on the rhubarb fields near my house. god knows what it is, but it aint good.
Ahh yes, Surstromming! (NSFW in small parts due to the F word)
At an early job we had all sorts of fragrances, one was the concentrate they use to make urinal blocks damm potent stuff and left your nasal passages scared.
Bilges on yachts, not your racing washed down after every event types.. no.. more the family cruiser types that get used twice a year when the sun comes out...
Blurgh.
Eeeelgrunt:
That is the best video ever. I'm from a town that makes it and people do really love it. Typically put the fish in some bread (tunnbröd).
I have never eaten it
The first time I extracted a tonsil stone I squashed it between my fingers a took a big sniff... big mistake.
The giant jellyfish that would wash up on the beaches in the western highlands... bad enough when they are “fresh”, but after being cooked under sun for a few days those beauties are rank.
@Ambrose at one place I worked someone* was using large amounts of the same thiol that they add to natural gas (so you can smell it) and inadvertently caused a major gas leak scare as the vapour was carried away from the building by the fume cupboards… I also once worked next to someone who was making tetrathiofulvalenes and handling mixtures of thiols and amines that had an odour that resembled rotting sheep 🐑
* not me, honest!
A nursing home patient whose inflamed testicle had become infected and pus filled, until the day it ruptured, which only then did the staff feel it necessary to admit him to hospital (60 miles away). I have to admit playing my driver joker and allowing Mrs notlocal to attend in the back of the ambulance 🤢🤮
I found an old fashioned plastic Thermos flask at work in an outdoor ed centre on a windowsill.
It had been on the windowsill, in the sun, for a number of days.
I thought I’d open it up and sort it out.
Turns out the glass interior had been smashed and the flask had contained milky hot chocolate when the smashing had occurred.
It is impossible to describe what came out of the flask when I opened the lid.
I have a strong constitution, not much makes me feel ill, but the smell of this substance made me vomit on the spot.
I ended up buying many colleagues a pint each as they had to clear up my vomit AND the new milk and chocolate based life form AND broken glass.
Can’t go near hot chocolate or check to see if milk is off anymore.
It's now neck & neck with TJ & Lister!
As a bad boy yoof, o got packed off to a long adventure "holiday" on summer. None if us had enough clothes and we were encouraged to wash smalls in the loch, which no one could be arsed doing.
I shared a locker with a smelly, spotty guy and after a few weeks, the locker began to properly stink. The odour got so bad that eventually there was a large empty space around our bunk as the other boys shifted their beds away from us.
At about the four week mark, I lost my temper and forced spotty boy to drag the locker outside to hose it down. Inside, he found a plastic bag containing a pair of my still wet socks from day one. None of us could get near them. I took some serious stick...
Friday to Monday, 4 days in Dusseldorf with 27 of the troops for a 40th trip.
Lets just say I'm still a touch tender! The beer was great, but the sheer quantity was not kind! 😆
You're all amateurs:
Once our dog went missing for a few hours, all the whistling and calling out with the passion of concern for a loved one came to nowt... eventually, just before nightfall she slinked back with that guilty won't meet your eyes look.
No biggie, just standard canine sense of adventure and a love for exploring the countryside.
Sat down in front of the telly, dog seemed pretty content and relaxed at a day well spent...
Cue the next morning and what can only be described as vomit and bile infused rotting sheep guts, like a grey and lifeless boa constrictor steaming in the sunlight cast through the roof window on the landing outside my bedroom door.
Smelling salts and eye bleach please nurse!!
Cue the next morning and what can only be described as vomit and bile infused rotting sheep guts, like a grey and lifeless boa constrictor steaming in the sunlight
Sounds about right, aye. 😆
It’s now neck & neck with TJ & Lister!
Nah those are nothing compared to farm life or the urinal block scent.
Oh, & I forgot about the dead rat in the cellar. Had to put a handkerchief over my nose/mouth & soak it with neat Jeyes before I could go near it with a shovel to shift it.
A nursing home patient whose inflamed testicle had become infected and pus filled, until the day it ruptured, which only then did the staff feel it necessary to admit him to hospital (60 miles away). I have to admit playing my driver joker and allowing Mrs notlocal to attend in the back of the ambulance
Haha! We’ve all used that card.
Came back from camping over New Year and went to check the chicken coop. Found the remains of a possum wedged down the back between the coop and the shed wall. It must have been there at least a week, with temps hitting 30-odd every day...
Had to use a couple of sticks like giant tweezers to get it out. The smell was bad to start with, but as I started lifting it the skin split and the carcass slipped out from the fur... There were maggots. Lots and lots of maggots. And the stench!
I got together wuth this girl from leeds once....
I've had a couple of personal stinky moments, weirdly when i was a student in York, myself and a mate got a holiday job via an agency working in a chicken and turkey abattoir, essentially by the time the poultry came to us it was already portioned and in packaging, but needed to be frozen, so we stood in a large warehouse like place at around 4-5 degrees (yorkshire in Feb) loading the packaging on to a trolley where you then pushed it into the "blast room" where is was frozen, basically a big room with what looked liked like turbines on the wall, which was about -30 degrees.
All they gave us was thick gloves. At the end of the day, i got in the taxi to go home and as i defrosted i had the most awful pins and needles sensation in my left leg, it turns out that when you go from -30 back to -5, you feel really warm and your groin being one of the sweatiest places on your body, the sweat had been freezing on my leg and i had severe frostbite.
I was sent from York to Burns Unit in Leeds, where they decided that they could either chop the dead flesh out or apply a pad of sorts over the wound that contained a gel that would draw out the muck and eventually the dead flesh would lift out.
It is amazing how quickly you find yourself single when you have pungent dead flesh in your groin for a few months that stinks to high heaven and weeps gunk.....
Secondly, whilst in Bolivia about 10 years ago, having drunk a fair number of beers at 4000m+ above sea level, friends and i decided it would a good idea to ride mountain bikes down the "Road of Death", about 62km in and not from the end, the rear wheel on bike disintegrated and i came off dislocating shoulder, taking off the head of humerus and sticking the brake lever in my groin (you'll see a pattern here, and why i have the nickname Lucky Dick), cut a long story short, the Bolivians stiched up the hole in my leg, but managed to leave a pocket behind the wound. Once back in the UK, i was sat in bath one night and decided to push the large lump in my leg near the stitching, turns out this was pure pus-gunk of the highest order and something you don't want to smell coming from your own body.
I was also there when they discovered some of the mass graves in Bosnia whilst a UN Peacekeeper in the army, now that is a smell i will never forget.
Another dog story, our lab found a rotting sheep carcass and proceeded to have a good roll in it, as you do.
The drive back was one of the most unpleasant experiences i can re-call. Every time we braked the smell would drift forward, despite all the windows open.
We had to keep pulling over to fight back the gagging. One of the kids lost the game of 'don't you dare be sick in the car' and it took a good week to wash the smell out of the dog and a good few more before the car was a safe place to be.
It's odd, i seem to have categorised it in fond memories of the dog.
Picked my car up from the airport after ten days away. Phew could hardly breath so windows open all the way home. Something had died in there and had to replace a seat belt as it was badly chewed. Never found the body and it went away after a while.
One Boxing Day went for a ride on the Quantocks. It was freezing up there. I was driving a Partner so could stand my 29er up right in the back. Anyway got back after the ride and set the aircon to high and drove off. After a couple of minutes this evil smell started and got stronger and stronger. Windows open and glanced across to the rear tyre and saw a great streak of horsesh warming up nicely.
Both the above were the same car.
The rim block perfume will contain esters and aldehydes, which are extremely stinky chemicals. There are some in our lab, notably the pyrazines, thiozoles and mercaptans, which absolutely stink. If somebody opens a bottle in the lab downstairs the molecules spread out and fill the whole building. Mercaptans are the smell they put in gas in miniscule amounts.
I used to work for a company called BBA in Walthamstow and they had a technology called Veilex, which was supposed to mask malodours. A film crew from Tomorrow's World came to see it (or smell it) in action. They demonstrated it by dripping a "kitty malodour" made from the stinkiest chemicals into cat litter then spraying something with Veilex into the air. We were treated to the sight of the meeting room door bursting open and a BBC type woman with red glasses falling out into the corridor retching and gasping theatrically that the smell was unbearable.
My brother once hitched home from Skye to Newcastle on a hot summer's day. On Skye a fisherman gave him a lift and gave him a shark steak, which he stashed in his rucsac. When he reached home 12 hours later it absolutely stank; we had to bury it in the garden.
I worked on a farm in the Falklands for a bit and one of the jobs we did was driving into camp out and locating any dead sheep, loading them onto a trailer and taking them to be buried or disposed off. This was ok when it was a fresh carcass or a proper crispy old one but in between those, dear god. We generally used to grab them by the legs and fling them up into the trailer. I still remember one rather ripe ballooned one that we flung up but misjudged so it hit the metal and basically exploded..... I'm pretty sure the resultant spray of fermented liquid horror triggered some kind of instinctive defence mechanism in my brain as I basically blacked out whilst violently vomiting.
I did a similar thing to TJ's mum, needed some oystercatcher skulls for a project but unfortunately they were all fully intact (including the rest of the bird). I boiled them up in the lab, it started to smell pretty funky so i went out for a walk and a cup of tea to give them time to boil properly. On returning, the smell that hit me when i opened the door to the building was very interesting (i.e. revolting), and worryingly i was about 30 meters from my lab. I then got collared by the lab manager who gave me a proper b0llo0cking for releasing the disgusting smell that had permeated the whole building, and for having buggered off and not stayed in the lab.
That smell was bad, but not as bad as the patient i had who had grown his own population of maggots in his foot. Wet gangrene is not a smell i miss. I do not miss the smell of that vascular ward...
When our boy was a baby we packed up the car to go to the inlaws and got literally 50yds from the house when the baby projectile vomited all over the car. Amazing how much can come out of a little body! Put the car in reverse and went back to the house. The car was a company car so I gave it a quick wipe over since I was handing it back 2 days later. I went to the office and parked the car in the sunshine and handed in the keys. Scroll forward 4-5weeks and I'm in the office again and the office manager say "the guy is here to pick up your old car". 4-5weeks of fermenting baby puke in the sunshine. I watched from the window and the poor pick up guy opened the car, got in, jumped out and retched.
shark steak, which he stashed in his rucsac. When he reached home 12 hours later it absolutely stank; we had to bury it in the garden.
Should have pissed on it and dug it up a month later as a delicacy.
2nd smelliest food I've ever eaten 🤢🤢
I also worked at BBA in about 1973 and used to come home smelling variously as a peppermint or lemon drop. I was a real head-turner on the tube train.
"We opened the top of this rain barrel and you couldn't even see the gar," he said. "There were these little white chunks on the surface called corpse cheese—rotting tissue with a waxy look to it. Plus a writhing mat of maggots. It's probably the worst smell I've ever smelled in my life."
From this article:
Bought a house in Blackpool 20 years ago the occupants of which were tenants who got booted out by the owner a week before we exchanged. It was a bit of a do-er upper so the garden was always going to be the last thing we sorted.
After a couple of months of summer we got round to getting a skip to the back gate to get rid of all of the building waste which had been accumulating in the garden along with the fridge freezer the tenants had kindly left us to remove for them.
On trying to move it we discovered even with three of us it was too heavy to move so decided to open it up to see if it was full of water.
Turns out it was full of meat - most of a pigs carcass in fact, including the head. The maggots had made a good start too. The liquid that poured out over the concrete was instant vomit quality and the smell of it hung around for weeks despite dustbins full of bleach solution being poured over it. I had to set a huge bonfire directly on the concrete to be finally rid of it.