The smell of malteesers is my abiding memory of Slough when the wind was in the east. ( and coffee from Nestles in Hayes on a hot summer evening when it was calm.!).
Ah my teenage years .
We was posh at Cambrai barracks, the papers and educational magazines were spread out* in the cookhouse on a Sunday morning.Walking around the accomodation blocks OF SEME Savanah Barracks flogging newspapers and various magazines when I was a kid. The smell was fecking atrocious, stale sweat, feet, **** socks, farts it was fecking horrendous and I've never smelt anything like it since. It was that bad it could have been weaponised and dropped on our enemies.
Gas rod was so dirty we used brillopads in TA .Vinegar. Reminds me of sitting in the corridor of my Troop lines in Helles Barracks with my mates, cleaning rifles after a range day, using tubs of malt vinegar to dunk the gas parts in order to be able to clean all the carbon and other associated gunk off of them much more easily.
A yes Perry oaks in the summer of 76 …….!!The Mars factory is on the Slough Trading Estate, although I wonder if what you actually thought was Maltesers was the malty smell coming from the Horlicks factory nearby.
There was also once a Quaker Oats factory at Southall. It's signature pong was Sugar Puffs.
There used to be a sewage farm at Perry Oaks, which is right where Terminal 5 is now. Boy, that could could throw out a fearsome hoy sometimes.
I don't remember that, but I do remember there was a strange little loop road in Perry Oaks lined with bungalows. I think that it was some kind of community for disabled kids or something. It was in the middle of the airport. Maybe they were deaf kids. They'd need to be.A yes Perry oaks in the summer of 76 …….!!
Do you remember the black and white quartered V2 ( owned by a film company I believe) that was parked on its transporter trailer next to Perry oaks in the 70’s.?
I'd forgotten about that, it reminds me of when I was in the London hospital for 8 weeks, there was a coloured guy ( am I allowed to use that expression now) on the same ward, he used to wander about all over the place and usually talking gibberish but completely harmless.calamine lotion
Those feckin things....cold always shot off leaving you with scalding burns on the head. I'm thinking that's probably what cleaned your hair better than the shampoo....My mum used to get that for us, preaching on about it being good for your hair and scalp while smelling like pikeys had just been round and tarmacked our heads. Rinsing it off with one of those shower heads that you had to attach to the bath taps as well.
Ah… the glue factory up the road from LongKesh… delightful when you’re riding in the hatch of a makrolon rover.Smells I don't think I'll ever forget - the first being a combination of the burning sickly sweet sugar burning smell from the Nabisco Factory, coupled with the burning meat and onions smell from the next door Fleur-de-Lys pie factory. Passed by both on the school bus every morning. Was always a bit of fun pranking the new first years into sticking their heads out the window and taking a deep breath in
Second was the glue factory - the name escapes me - on the way to Market Harborough before the A6 bypass was built. Didn't pay heed to the warning from my friend to roll the windows up QUICK. Cannot even begin to describe what that smelled like!!!