The most rancid smell you have ever whiffed is?

I kind of understand what you mean mate. When we go fishing in the Ebro after the carp, at the beginning of the trip we buy a raw sack of maize and put it in a plastic drum with a bag of sugar added to ferment. It's best after 4-5 days of fermenting in the sun. Drives the carp wild and attracts them into the swim, but it fuckin' stinks when spodding it out.
I used to live in a farm cottage and every fucking summer they rotted the stuff down for god only knows what reason (maybe to grow 7 foot chickens).
The stench pervaded everything. it was beyond horrible.
 
All those body parts from my latest rampage wouldn’t win an award at a perfumery convention. That’s for sure.

Problem is, you can only eat so much, and I forgot to freeze the leftovers.

Schoolboy Serial Killer Error.

Raw chicken carcass in a bin in summer for a couple of days leaves much to be desired also.
That reminds me of a chicken we bought from Morrisons, probably about 20 years ago. On opening the plastic cling film the stench was vile as it was rotten, even though it was well within date, It went straight in the bin. A few months later we went shopping again at Morrisons and again we bought another chicken. Same thing, as the last one, fuckin' stank vile.

I put it in a plastic bag and tied a knot in it to stifle the smell and then rang the foods standards agency

A guy turned up ar ours and i told him that this was the second time we had bought a chicken that was off. He opened the bag and stuck his fuckin' head in it and inhaled the smell.

He then told us he thought the smell wasn't too bad. Me and my ex Mrs were almost puking!
 
This bird I kopped off with in Belle Vue 1976.......OMG......
Reminds me of being in the Elizibethen belle vue around the same time. A mate had copped off with a Gorton lass and was knecking and fingering her in full view of us all. I don’t know if it was her smelly fanny tbh but he suddenly puked up in her mouth, she wasn’t a true sport after all because she then puked up all over the back of his head.

A nice night ended with us all in a mass brawl with her brothers and mates. I did used to like Belle Vue though.
 
A food skip full of putrid pork.
Worked for Barons meat factory in Audenshaw for a few months when i left school in the eighties.
Somebody had filled the wrong skip with pork meat and the skip company wouldn't take it.
So it had been left in the summer heat for a week while the dispute went on.
It got to the point where the factory workers refused to come into work due to the stench of rotting meat.
Our cleaning team got instructed to shovel the meat out and into the correct skip.

No words would ever do the smell justice. The meat had turned green, and slimy. We had to stand on it to shovel it out.
No masks and just wellies were offered. Looking back, i have no idea why i didn't tell them to go fuck themselves!
 
The Columbia River Watershed in Late August near the Georgia Pacific Pulp Mill in Washington. A lot of sewage and fertilizer run off hits the river that time of year. And when the heat reaches into the upper nineties, it's almost unbearable. Not so much the river by itself, but the chemicals from the mill fight with ones from the river to create this baking shit smell. It's so bad once you experience that it imprints on your brain permanently.
 
The Columbia River Watershed in Late August near the Georgia Pacific Pulp Mill in Washington. A lot of sewage and fertilizer run off hits the river that time of year. And when the heat reaches into the upper nineties, it's almost unbearable. Not so much the river by itself, but the chemicals from the mill fight with ones from the river to create this baking shit smell. It's so bad once you experience that it imprints on your brain permanently.
Fuckin hell mate. I bet it doesn't do the fish....if there are any, any good?
 
Fuckin hell mate. I bet it doesn't do the fish....if there are any, any good?

No. Not at all. Most of the fishing is done nearing the mouth of the Pacific when the salmon work upstream. But fishing near the Willamette/Columbia convergence is all but dead. They try to mask the smell now using chemicals though. It makes things a little better. I grew up around a paper mill and sewage treatment facility so I am used to it.
 
Bearded Dragon diarrhoea. Can't even put into words how much it hits you, I pulled the muscles in my side with how badly I gagged/wretched. Their shit normally smells pretty bad, particularly if you clean it up straight away, but he had diarrhoea on my carpet when I let him run around, so went to clean it up straight away and, fucking hell, you could weaponise the smell. It was one of those that's so strong you don't really even smell it, you feel it. (top tip, don't overfeed lizards, they will commit war crimes)
 
Waiting for A level results I got a temporary job in a factory that made cottage cheese, trifles meat and fish paste. It was close to closing down so as a temp they gave me the job of spiking big cans of anchovies which had failed bacteriology. My daily treat was a ride to the tip with my day’s work. i never touched fish paste, anchovies or anything that smelled fishy ever since. That was in 1973.
 
Removal of gentleman that had passed away many weeks earlier at the height of summer.He was difficult to evacuate owing to skin slippage caused by putrefaction.A close runner up was Pennine bait maggot farm on Tod Moor where I lasted only half a day.I had to walk home in my wellies because the bus driver would not let me on.They made me empty the wagon full of hosses heads and and trotters hoofs and offal all destined for the fly room.I had to burn my clothes and the smell was in my pores days after.A lady who had worked there since the companies inception hand packed the maggots into the tubs and used to eat her butties on the assembly line and she offered me one as I had not brought anything in but I wasn't hungry.
 
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