Friday 27 April 2007

A Yorkshire fog

The strangest of experiences this afternoon, but first a prologue....

In my life I have a wife, the gorgeous Mrs R, and 3 girls who shine brightly in our firmament. In our homestead we also have the 4th sister, a rescue hound called Poppy, along with 5 female guinea-pigs and 4 schnickled male guinea-pigs - for all intents now eunuchs - a snake of indeterminate sex....and previously 2 rats, 2 gerbils and a hamster ALL female. Then, there is my mother and 2 sisters. There's something missing in my life.

Now to strangeness. I was due to collect IS from school this afternoon and it so happened that I was asked to collect a further 5 pilgrims for the journey home. I arrived at school and IS got in. 10 minutes later - detention had stalled them - these 5 strapping 13 year-olds threw themselves into the car...and almost turned the car on its side.

Off we went blithely homewards over the North York Moors. I chatted to IS about her day. SILENCE from the seats behind. Not being one to ignore the flower of Yorkshire youth I made the odd enquiry of a lad or two. Suddenly, I began to detect an odour. It was a recognisable odour but I couldn't quite place it. Another 5 more minutes and I began to feel myself suffocating along with the stolid silence behind.

AT LAST I cracked it - the overpowering fug of burgeoning, teenage testosterone, missing from my life for many years. A suffocating cloud enveloping my head and senses. I stopped the car and let 2 lads out. Fresh Yorkshire air - clear and cool.

Next time I do a similar journey I might need an oxygen tank!

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

What does testosterone smell like?

Anonymous said...

I am dreading the smell of testosterone - or any teenage boy type odours for that matter - I'd like my boy to stay as sweet scented as he is now at 9....

NR said...

Danger!

Dear Mutley,
I looked in on your blurg - liked it so much I spent almost an hour reading back the ages of time.
I knew Bridport a very little from days on a farm near Dorchester as a teenager (with suppressed testosterone).
Best,
Refugee

London Refugee said...

Danger!

Dear Mutley,
I've looked in on your blurg - liked it so much I spent far too long happily going back through your posts of time.
(Recall Bridport a very little from a couple of summers on a freind's farm near Dorchester as a teenager (with suppressed testosterone).
Best,
Refugee