The drains all over the show are smelly today it seems.
Then there was a silently violent wind breaker on a crowded bus near Waterloo. Everyone looks around with either amusement, disgust or guilt. Nobody comments, who dunnit ?
Yes, it's smelly here on occassion, an affront to the senses. Then again, I'm just this spoilt white boy from the Northern Suburbs of Joburg, so what would I know about the smells of a crowded city ?
So, here I sit in another corner of The Swan I don't usually sit in, with the scent of a drain wafting through from somewhere - not sure from where, but it stinks. Think I need to move.
It's putting me off my curdled-yaks-pee bitter.
Ah well, as with the crowds, you have to get accustomed to these simple facts of a busy city.
I view it as just a bit more culture in a hectically cultural city - the type of culture that grows on mouldy cheese.
Is that poo on my shoe ? no ? what the hell is that stench then ?
Possibly it's a good thing that it rains so often here ...
