He smelled like stale cigarettes, unwashed teenage armpits and a strident, neon cologne – the kind the desperately poor might buy at Boots and spray onto badly washed clothes before a job interview. Moral of the story?
He smelled like stale cigarettes, unwashed teenage armpits and a strident, neon cologne – the kind the desperately poor might buy at Boots and spray onto badly washed clothes before a job interview. Moral of the story?