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Been to a local estuary (river Medway near Hoo in Kent) for a long walk today. Lots of the usual flotsam and jetsam about, including seaweed.
Tonight my farts are decidedly coastal in that they have an almost refreshing saltly/seaweedy tang. It's like reliving the walk at home. More poignant than the pics I took actually.
I'm no scientist but there has to be a link here?
I look forward to your thoughts.
I’ve no idea. But I can tell you that my grandad burned down the chip shop in Hoo.
No idea.
But i do remember one day on bbc r1, they conducted a poll where you had to phone/text with your favourite smell, and by far the most popular answer was ‘my own farts’
there has to be a link here?
Nominative determinism?
maccruiskeen
Full Member
I’ve no idea. But I can tell you that my grandad burned down the chip shop in Hoo.
What year was that? I lived in Hoo in the 70's/80's.😁
If this is true then I must have been to hell and back.
I tell a lie - it was Cliffe, not Hoo. It was when he was still at school so sometime in the early 1900s.
The Golden House Chinese takeaway now stands on the site off the house / chip shop that burnt down. My grandad grew up in the house to the left and had a job cleaning the range and lighting the fire before school and whilst larking about - burnt the whole place down.
Because she didn't have any other way to compensate the owner for the loss of his home and business my great grandmother was sentenced by the local magistrate to cook the chip shop owner his supper every evening for the rest of his life.
Another ancestor from that neck of the woods - a guy known as 'Bluey Green' lived next door to Tubby Slater who used to sail to work along the railway
Wasn't it the chippy in Cliffe that burned down? (edit yep looks like I need to type faster)
Was at Hoo in the 80's. Were we at school together?
Farts definitely do pick up an aroma based upon the terroir. Mine always smelled different every time we went to my nan's place just across the water.
Bloody hell, the punishment dished out back then was pretty bizarre for burning down the chippy.
Andy, could have been, do you remember a head of year at Hundred of Hoo called Mr Pool?😐
Seaweed. Me.
I rest my case m'lud.
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Nominative determinism?
Only if it's a wet one.
do you remember a head of year at Hundred of Hoo called Mr Pool?
Morris Poole - yup the deputy head when I was there. Pretty well respected and even got a new part of the school named after him as an honour when he retired.
Swifty was the headmaster in my time there.
You have a bad case of Hoo Hoop.
Farts definitely do pick up an aroma based upon the terroir.
True. I also tend to fart more when I'm scared.
I think that video needs posting in the working men’s club thread.
an almost refreshing saltly/seaweedy tang
Definitely had this as a kid after days at Margate beach.
Is this in some way equivalent of holding a sea shell to your ear and hearing the sea?
When I hold a pebble to my ear I can hear a cliff.
Jesus, I just ate a big plate of grilled chicken and chips. Now it's chicken flavoured rumble-fart time.
When I hold a pebble to my ear I can hear a cliff.
It's almost like they're wired for sound.
It’s almost like they’re wired for sound.
I’m embarrassed that I understood that and laughed 🙁
If the OP is correct my other half must have visited...
@andytherocketeer
Full Member
do you remember a head of year at Hundred of Hoo called Mr Pool?Morris Poole – yup the deputy head when I was there. Pretty well respected and even got a new part of the school named after him as an honour when he retired.
Swifty was the headmaster in my time there.
Swifty rings a bell. Unfortunately my memory with names is awful. I remember Mr Poole as I was scared stiff of him, only got sent to see him once though.lol I sort of remember him a bit like the teacher in The Inbetweeners, you didn't mess with him.
Remember someone called Paula Creswell? She was my first unrequited love.😁
Name doesn't immediately ring any bells.
Never really had any dealing with Mr Poole until 6th form. Mr Wood was the other deputy head. Never mess with him. He was the one with the cane, and used it.
Was there '84 to '89 (Cliffe/CliffeWoods before that)
It’s almost like they’re wired for sound
Full marks. I knew there had to be a joke there somewhere
andytherocketeer
I let in 85 I think so you would have been a proper youngun' when I was there.lol
I remember the PE teacher threatening the slipper to kids but I never actually seeing him use it.
How different things were!
There was an English teacher there, Miss Smith I think, that was involved with the moustached Geography teacher.
Everyone fancied Miss Smith!
Did you do cross country on the deep ploughed farm fields in the Winter? Size 15 shoes by the end of it.
Yeah was scared ****less of one of the PE teachers. Not the Welsh one, but the other one. Name escapes me now.
Didn't really do XC running there, but at Cliffe Woods we'd do runs through the woods there to the barracks and then loop back around.
There was the geography teacher that stank of cheese and used to drive a VDub split screen, that he'd probably owned since ever.
Don't recall a Miss Smith.