Richard and Judy are up to bizarre stuff again. This time they are testing a new scientific theory that we become used to strong and unpleasant smells more quickly than nice ones (er...)
First was a short Benny-Hill type sequence with three volunteers approaching different sorts of smelly cheese, and stopping when they came within range of the smell. An infamous French cheese - once banned by Napoleon - was the outright winner.
The three volunteers were then put in a small room with a portion of the french cheese. A 'Scientist' wearing a white lab coat, with a clothes peg on his nose, uncovered the cheese and stood by to watch. The volunteers were writhing in their chairs within seconds. Richard suggested that the first one to faint or run away should be made to eat the cheese.
Will the volunteers have got used to the smell of the cheese by the end of the programme ?
Is this science, or an excuse to have a good laugh ?

Damn the French!

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"Some days I diet, other days they serve lasagne."

Should we invade them for producing what is quite clearly some dreadful form of biological weapon ?

Tastes gorgeous though, as does that weird Durian fruit (sp?) that smells like a corpse but tastes great...

And no, it isn't science...



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Judy rather liked the cheese, but Richard remarked that it smelt like a teenage boy's bedroom.

And what's wrong with that, I have to ask?



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You're not a teenager any more, remember. Why so defensive ?

I was until what seems like recently...

And my bedroom is currrently messier than it ever was then...



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Can't be any worse than mine - I'm not even sure where the bed is.
Still I've got friends coming round tomorrow (I hope) to help me get the place straight

Hope you can find the bed when I come to visit you...

(Ican find mine - it's the lump that isn't clothes



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PSD: Why would Skiffle being able to find her bed be of any interest to you ? Surely you'll be staying on the sofa. One can't enter a lady's boudair unless you're engaged, can one ?

Absolutely! The only male who enters my boudoir is Wilfred the penguin, who is, of course, different. In every sense.



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Rob --> I absolutely agree. I want her to be able to find the bed so she isn't forced to share a sofa with me...



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Not to mention the two cats, of course!



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PSD: Good. I'm glad to hear it.

And not a little sceptical, I dare say...



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Bed found ! After about 2 hours of clearing stuff out of bedroom with help of 6 able-bodied friends (not kidding). Almost everything from the games room had been shifted into the bedroom, which means not just my clutter, but some belonging to Iain F and to Mike (who moved to Kent 6 years ago..). Oh, and everything and everywhere (and everyone, eventually) was filthy from re-roofing and new skylights being put in.

Iain F took some of his clutter away, but I still have his train sets and his sledge, as well as Mike's old fish tank and his bullet reload machine.

Uncovered, amongst other things, octagonal 'Stop' road sign, polystyrene standee for 'Police Acadamy 2' and Iain's high school note books.

After roughly four hours effort, all the stuff that needed to be back in the games room was; bedroom and games room had been vacuumed; bed had been reassembled (choice of two identical bedheads ?); I was shattered.

Next day my right thigh ached so badly I could barely walk and only went down stairs one step at a time.

Contents of living room and some kitchen and bedroom items, still piled together at this point. Updates later

Keep going - you'll get there in the end! Possibly... And if you need cheering up there's always sympathy available here... Good to see you back about, btw, I was starting to get lonely.



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Awww, you missed me.
I'm not very good at throwing things accurately either.

Er, have no idea what you mean by not being able to throw things accurately, and seriously hope that you're unaware of my appalling darts performance this evening....



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