Scented Candles May Cause Cancer
Not that bothered about this one me, the reason being a certain person who was quite close to me, was obsessed with them.
She couldn't pass one of those lifestyle shops without coming home with a couple of pounds of scented wax with a wick in the top and don't get me started about Ikea fucking tea-lights by the hundred weight.
I reckon that if our house had caught fire, it would have burnt for five days with a steady flame, but smelt lovely.
Yes, I know I'm a bad person. Yes I'm going to Hell and you would be right, except she never lit the fuckers, as she was allergic to incense, they were purely for decoration.
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Not that bothered about this one me, the reason being a certain person who was quite close to me, was obsessed with them.
She couldn't pass one of those lifestyle shops without coming home with a couple of pounds of scented wax with a wick in the top and don't get me started about Ikea fucking tea-lights by the hundred weight.
I reckon that if our house had caught fire, it would have burnt for five days with a steady flame, but smelt lovely.
Yes, I know I'm a bad person. Yes I'm going to Hell and you would be right, except she never lit the fuckers, as she was allergic to incense, they were purely for decoration.
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"I reckon that if our house had caught fire, it would have burnt for five days with a steady flame, but smelt lovely."
ReplyDeleteI actually laughed out loud at that, which was particularly embarrassing as I am in an internet cafe.
Me too!
ReplyDeletetoo kind the both of you. (and thanks for the blog rolling)
ReplyDelete"I reckon that if our house had caught fire, it would have burnt for five days with a steady flame, but smelt lovely."
ReplyDeleteMuch as one hates to do the old "[AOL]" thing, I laughed out loud at that too, fortunately in the solitary privacy of my own living room. It put me in mind of the old Peak Frean's biscuit factory in Bermondsey which I used to pass every day on the train, taking the opportunity to inhale deeply and gratefully.
We went to the Peak Freans factory for a school trip when I was 11 (1977 I think it was), it was like Charlie and the Chocolate Factory only with biscuits. We saw everything, how they put the flies in the Garibaldies, the vast vats of E numbers to get that particular pink for the wafers.
ReplyDeleteAnd when we left we were allowed to take as many broken biscuits as we ocould shove in our pockets and satchels.
School boy heaven.