What's That Smell?

Ideas are Everywhere - A Smelly Prologue

An idea can come from anywhere… It was a cold, wet and pretty miserable day in Manchester. Me and my friend Cheryl were wandering the streets hunting for a coffee and an escape from the rain. Suddenly, the smell hit us. You know the one. The Bins. It was horrific. In a matter of seconds Cheryl turned to me and said;

"Isn't it weird how all bins smell exactly the same?"

I shot her a look.

"There's a poem in that!"

So, here you go. Thanks to Cheryl for her astute observational skills. And thanks to you, for indulging in this pure and utter nonsense…

What's That Smell?

Eeeurgh… What’s that smell?

What smell?

That smell.

Oh, that smell.

Like carrot peels curling in on themselves a hundred times over as they rot, fester and decay.

That’s the bins.

Like a seagull that’s spewed all of its chips back out, piece by revolting piece, all over the pavement.

That’s the bins.

Like a dirty great pile of toenails, mutating into a new super form of greenish-brown sludge.

That’s the bins.

Like out of date beer, sticking and clinging to the back of your throat like a nasty needy ex.

That’s the bins.

Like the broken down clagg of rusty nails, cars and surprisingly affordable air fryers.

That’s the bins.

Like the slipping and the slopping and the sleazing of thick, sweaty grease.

That’s the bins.

Like a raw, beaten, broken leg of meat, marinating in its own grubby little juices.

That’s the bins.

Like a creature of myth, a dragon, a devil, a beast, took the biggest, strongest, most incredible, dumpiest, dreariest, most shitty of all shits and slopped it right here, right now, right in front of me.

Yeah, I told you, it’s the bins.

How can every single bin, everywhere you go, smell of everything bad that’s ever been bad, that’s ever been smelled by anyone, anywhere, ever?

I dunno. It just does. That’s the bins.  

P.S... We managed to escape the rain and get that coffee by the way. Thought I better answer that before the post ends. Wouldn't want to keep you all up at night with unanswered questions.

 

Ryan Croughan is one of the unfortunate souls who keeps the Minor Spillage ship sailing. Sailing? Probably better to say paddling. As well as producing, he finds time to present and provide voiceovers. He also says he doesn't like the sound of his own voice. Bit odd really.