I've just smelled something I've not smelled for years. Cycling up Huntingdon Road between Newhall and the Beefeater I got a distinct wiff of "sugarbeet factory"; something I remember well from my time in York.
Current Mood: confused Current Music: Cliff Bennett and the Rebel Rousers -- One Way Love
Could be worse: working in Leicester a while ago, I was downwind of Everards Brewery. Yay! Rank stale yeast slops permeating your hair and clothing. Smelling that - or the similar aroma of doggy breath - brings me right back to those joyous days stacking tins of paint for three quid an hour.