Sometime, about a year ago, I suddenly started hating the tube. 2 minutes at a signal and I am freaking out.

To take my mind off things I begun writing lists, each inspired by my journey on the underground.

Thursday, 28 April 2011

Smells I love, smells I hate...

  • Love: cut grass.
  • Hate: cigarettes smoke in the rain.
  • Love: melted tarmac. Reminds me of endless school holidays.
  • Hate: plastic bags.
  • Love: clothes baked on a washing line.
  • Hate: the butchers. 
  • Love: cigarette breath with top notes of chewing gum.
  • Hate: mens changing rooms/boys bedrooms. Too much testosterone.
  • Love: Ck one/ Tommy. Pure teenage lust. 
  • Hate: the armpit of the man standing too close to me on the tube.
  • Love: newspaper ink and coffee - lazy weekend mornings.
  • Love: tubes of tennis balls. 
  • Hate: liver and bacon frying. 
  • Love: the aroma of your own farts. Gross but true.
  • Love: horse manure. 
  • Hate: kebab shop on your clothes the morning after. 
  • Love: marker pen.
  • Hate: the set of shapes at primary school that stunk of pure cheese.
  • Love: suncream. 
  • Love: Rain. 
  • Love: smell of a successful list (artistic license applied here). Thanks NJD for the suggestion. Any more welcome? 

1 comment:

  1. I reckon you do one on the faces of famous people ie whether you like or dislike their faces.