Atishoo!

Have got the plague; when we were young our mams used to cure this by finding the nearest road gang and hanging us over the tarmac brazier to ‘get it off your chest.’ Here’s a picture of a man rolling paint on a running track. It was in Crete a few weeks ago, he was doing it at midday (when it must have been close to 100˚), and using a type of paint that was evidently cellulose-based, a pong you normally associate with car spray. The fumes were intense (I would be surprised if either the product or the practise would pass Health & Safety in the UK); in any event, I bet he never catches a cold.

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3 Responses to Atishoo!

  1. OS. says:

    You should have chucked a match to it. ;)

    M. le etc…

  2. anjali says:

    To quote Christie Watson, registered Nurse: Man flu. Hope you feel better soon.

  3. Stephen Foster says:

    Yes, I had the Plague while I was on RLF duties last year. Even though I was brave enough to go in to work, I experienced La Watson’s bedside manner then:

    Pull your self together man, only women experience childbirth you big fairy, etc.

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