fish market i went to once was reeking, but the worst was a chicken factory in my village and it was properly stinking, if you were about that area and the wind was against you it was overpowering, nothing like chickens guts on the roadside to give you the boak. have no clue how anyone could actually work there.

Huntedbyafreak farted once in the Balmore and almost cleared the bar.

Tek wrote:

Apart from the obvious

Many years ago I worked for South Lanarkshire Council as a grass cutter/general gardener type worker.

And I can tell you one of the worst smells ever... grass!!

Or more to the point... fermenting grass that's been lying in the Summer sunshine for days.

Everyday we would go to this huge dump off the back road to Hamilton and dump the vans load.

The back of the van would tilt at a 90 degree angle and the grass we'd collected would get added on to the huge pile of grass other guys had collected. Now this grass would sometimes get caught or stuck to the back of the van if there was any moisture in the air and you had to jump out and get a broom and sweep it off the van. See that one minute of jumping out the van and standing beside that pile of steaming grass. It might as well have been a mountain of dirty nappies... it was absolutely bowfing I used to gag like fuck,particulary if hungover.

Any other unusual one's?

I too was a fellow council grass cutter in Cupar many years ago, and I can concur that smell is horrendous! 
 

Sieb22 wrote:

Tek wrote:

Apart from the obvious

Many years ago I worked for South Lanarkshire Council as a grass cutter/general gardener type worker.

And I can tell you one of the worst smells ever... grass!!

Or more to the point... fermenting grass that's been lying in the Summer sunshine for days.

Everyday we would go to this huge dump off the back road to Hamilton and dump the vans load.

The back of the van would tilt at a 90 degree angle and the grass we'd collected would get added on to the huge pile of grass other guys had collected. Now this grass would sometimes get caught or stuck to the back of the van if there was any moisture in the air and you had to jump out and get a broom and sweep it off the van. See that one minute of jumping out the van and standing beside that pile of steaming grass. It might as well have been a mountain of dirty nappies... it was absolutely bowfing I used to gag like fuck,particulary if hungover.

Any other unusual one's?

I too was a fellow council grass cutter in Cupar many years ago, and I can concur that smell is horrendous! 
 

I think your post above will beat anything tbh.

Sieb22's post trumps everything I'd think, but from a personal point of view, folk boaking up on the Glasgow to Stirling train because some wee bastards had visited Tam Shepherd's Joke Shop and bought glass stink bombs, and left them on the sliding doors of the carriages would be one that sticks in my mind.

Funnily, I too worked on the garden squad cutting grass in the early 'seventies. Maybe grass was different in those days, I can't recall much of an odour, but mind you, can't recall much work getting done either.

Grass cutting might be a prerequisite to becoming a United fan.......