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This is where I smelled the worst smell Ive ever smelled in my life. My body retched, and I started coughing, trying very hard to to throw up. I dont know what was on those tracks, besides garbage, but it was just...rot.
Quick snap, and then I literally had to run away.
It's so odd how you can recall a smell like a memory. The brain is amazing.
...even after everyone that tried it retched and made a horrible face, there were still those willing to try it too.
Isnt it just so cute you could retch pure cane sugar? One day it will turn into a moth, eat someone's sweaters and then burn to death flying round a lightbulb.
Soldiers blindly link up as they walk out from the gas chamber April 15, 2011. The effects of the CS gas were evident as many were retching with bodily fluid readily flowing from their faces. (Photo by Marie Berberea)
The Postcard
A postcard that was published by R&K L, The card was posted in Streatham, London SW using a ½d. stamp on Tuesday the 9th. June 1914, fifty-six days before Great Britain declared war on Germany.
The card was sent to:
Miss G. Nicholls,
Scarboro House,
All Saints Road,
Wolverhampton,
Staffs.
The pencilled message on the divided back of the card was as follows:
"Dear Gertie,
Lovely weather here
today.
Heard from W. E. H.
this morning.
L. xxx"
Terrorism in Birmingham
So what else happened on the day that the card was posted?
Well, on the 9th. June 1914, militant suffragette Bertha Ryland slashed a painting in Birmingham Art Gallery in order to publicise the cause for women's suffrage.
Bertha Wilmot Ryland was born in Edgbaston on the 12th. October 1882, the youngest of five children.
Her pedigree as a campaigner for women's suffrage was long: her mother Mrs Alice Ryland of 19 Hermitage Road in Edgbaston had been a member of the executive committee of the Birmingham Women's Suffrage Society (BWSS) in the mid-1870's.
-- Bertha Ryland's Militancy
After taking part in the window-smashing campaign on Bond Street in London in March 1912 she was sentenced at the London Sessions to six months’ imprisonment, serving four months in Winson Green Prison where she was strip-searched and went on hunger strike and was force-fed 14 times, for which she received the Hunger Strike Medal from the WSPU.
In June 1914 the 31 year-old Ryland slashed the painting of John Bensley Thornhill known as 'Master Thornhill' by George Romney in Birmingham Art Gallery three times with a meat cleaver that she had concealed in her jacket, causing £50 worth of damage.
During the attack she had on her a letter containing her name and address which justified her action, stating:
'I attack this work of art deliberately as a protest
against the government's criminal injustice in
denying women the vote, and also against the
government's brutal injustice in imprisoning,
forcibly feeding, and drugging suffragist militants,
while allowing Ulster militants to go free.'
This she left behind after she left the Gallery.
Following the attack, the Gallery closed for six weeks, and on its reopening security was increased so that it not open after 5 p.m. and was closed all day on Sundays, at the same time enforcing a new rule of 'No muffs, wrist-bags or sticks'.
After her arrest Ryland appeared before magistrates for her committal hearing during which she refused to take part in the proceedings and shouted 'No surrender!' as she was taken out of court.
She again went on hunger strike while held on remand. Accepting bail, Ryland was too ill to stand trial at the July Assizes after a doctor at Queen's Hospital in Birmingham stated that her attending the hearing would cause her mental condition to deteriorate.
-- Force-Feeding
Ryland still had not received a sentence when the Great War broke out. She suffered permanent kidney damage as a result of her force-feeding in prison.
The July 1914 edition of The Suffragette contained a statement by Ryland about her force-feeding during which she was held down by four prison wardresses and a thick rubber tube forced down her nostril into her throat:
"I resisted, and was seized round the waist by
wardresses, and once tied around the waist in
the operating chair.
This mauling of the unprotected kidney together
with the retching and choking, strained and twisted
the kidney and caused chronic inflammation... the
acute agony, the inevitable retching and choking,
and the feeling of suffocation, accompanied by the
utter helplessness, all combined to make this the
most unutterably hideous experience.
I lay in bed practically all the time... feeling too ill
and exhausted to do anything. In addition to this
feeling of exhaustion there came long periods of
mental depression... Besides an unaccountable
feeling of misery and depression, my memory
seemed to be going, and it was a great effort to
think clearly or fix my attention on anything... the
mental anguish caused by forcible feeding is, of
course, quite indescribable."
-- Bertha Ryland's Legacy
Ryland received a 1953 Coronation Medal; this with her Hunger Strike Medal from the WSPU were sold by Christie's in 1999 for £6,325. Bertha Ryland never married, and died in Birmingham in April 1977.
In November 2018, in commemoration of her attack a century before, a blue plaque was unveiled in her honour by Birmingham Civic Society in the Round Room at Birmingham Museum and Art Gallery.
The Launch of a Zeppelin
Also on that day, the SS Zeppelin was launched by Bremer Vulkan at Bremen-Vegesack, Germany.
Initially designed to be a passenger cruise ship, the SS Zeppelin was commissioned as a troop ship in 1915 during the Great War.
She was surrendered as war reparations to the UK Government, and resumed service as a cruise ship under the United Kingdom in 1920.
The Launch of HMS Gorgon
Also on the 9th. June 1914, Royal Navy ship HMS Gorgon was launched by Armstrong Whitworth at Elswick, Tyne and Wear.
She was built as a coastal defense ship for the Royal Norwegian Navy, but was re-purchased and re-outfitted by the Royal Navy during the final month of the Great War.
A Dangerous Manoeuvre
Also on that day, French Navy Lieutenant Jean de Laborde used a ramp constructed over the foredeck tender Foudre, in order to attempt France's second airplane takeoff from a ship.
The takeoff would have been the first by a French naval aviator, however he crashed.
A New Baseball Record
Also on that day, Pittsburgh Pirate Honus Wagner became the first baseball player in the 20th. century to achieve 3000 career hits.
Dietrich Peltz
The 9th. June 1914 also marked the birth in Gera, Germany of the German air force officer Dietrich Peltz.
Peltz became commander of the 9th., 2nd., and 1st. Air Corps of the Luftwaffe, and the youngest general officer of the Wehrmacht during World War II.
Peltz, who was a recipient of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross, died in 2001.
He takes a tiny timid bite. Doesn't retch so he takes another larger bite. "Hmm. This is much better."
Here comes that awful feeling again
Welcome the ugly animal
I hold my breath to watch you swing,
The pyro ba- ba- ba- ball and chain,
I'm not afraid, I messed it, messed it, messed it, messed it up
I've got my telescope head in the haystack
I'm getting tired of your dodgeball circus act
Put pepper in my coffee, I forgot to bark on command
Here comes that awful feeling again
Make way for monster jealousy
The strong man kicked sand into my breakfast cereal bowl
I'd spelled your name with Oatios,
He messed it, messed it, messed it, messed it up
I've got my telescope head in the haystack
I am tired of your dodgeball circus act
Put pepper in my coffee, I forgot to bark on command
(You're mean, mean, mean
You tease, tease, tease me)
If I were you I'd really run from me
I'd really, really wish that I were you
When I get loose, I'll climb a tree
And drop a load on your head
This monster in me makes me retch, you messed it, messed it up
I've got my telescope head in the haystack
I am jealous of your dodgeball circus act
Put pepper in my coffee, I forgot to bark
Put pepper in my coffee, I forgot to bark on command
(You're mean, mean, mean
You tease, tease, tease me)
Do you smell jealousy?
Do you smell jealousy, jealousy, jealousy?
R.E.M.
Circus Envy
Several weeks ago I was sick with a migraine, to the point where I was retching so much on the carpet I got friction burns on my feet. It was my first day in bed for a long time, and I loved the rest. So it made me think...how far does one negate oneself in devotional service, to work or loved ones?
Influenced by: Stigmata (film), and the concept of sacrificial duty.
Foot model: Me.
Enhanced in Corel PSP X2. But No Retouching on my feet, these are the marks still present.
Legends tell of a demon swordsman named Sparda, who awoke to justice and rebelled against the devil, waging a one-man support of the human world. Now, 2,000 years later, a dark figure named Dante--private investigator of the supernatural--finds clues that the devil is rallying to rise up again against mankind. By Dante's demon blood, you enter this dark realm of demonic marionettes, unearthly phantoms, grim reapers, and other retched souls. Transform to a demon state to inflict devastating attacks on enemies in this gothic battle of good against evil. release in 2001.
I found him in the garden. I know that some people have accused cats in the past but our dog has an obsession with the frogs in our pond. We used to find a lot of dead ones in our garden until we put the fence up then the fatalities suddenly dropped.
It is unfortunate that we have a stubborn little dog that is determined to find a way into the fenced off garden and the sound of frogs drives him mad. It is very suspicious that he got into that patch then in the evening he was gagging and retching like he had eaten something rotten.
Our dog chases off all of the cats that dare to enter our garden. I have not seen any cats in the garden for years.
Must have got distracted... This is another tree pic, clearly because its my natural habitat. Took this a week or so ago on a really rainy day, the pic doesnt show my utter retched soakingness, which is probally for the best.
Ascending Mt Kilimanjaro via Machame Route
Day 3, Leg 3
The road to the summit. At this point "pole pole" was no "pole pole" enough for me. I hadn't slept properly in 4 nights by this point, and I hadn't eaten anything the night before because just looking at food made me want to retch.
Blue, glorious blue. It just stares at me from the book store shelves, calling me... 'buy me, buy me!' .. I can hear Bill Gates' laughter in some retched corner of my mind.
Dinner @ "IO Italian Osteria".
My personal favourite dish of the evening!
And everyone pretty much gave it top marks.
The al dente of the Orecchiette was spot-on to everyone's liking. The bits of pork sausages added meatiness and umami, pretty much rendering the dish moreish.
The star however, was that delicate saffron sauce. Saffron has the propensity to overwhelm many things in its path - a heavy handful and it turned your dish medicinal. Here, the chef had a learned hand. It was employed just right - mildly spicy to whet up the appetite and not overwhelming to make you retch.
Yesterday's entry- We're on our way down to kyoto from hakodate today. It starts at 7am and we arrive at abt 4+, changing trains twice. We're abt 15min from tokyo by shinkansen, n I'm seated between Shi and Mr. Ultra-strong-pimple-cream-almost-bleachy-with-plum-smell. Oh, fresh air, how i miss u. Thank goodness we change trains at tokyo. So anyways, I try to face Shi's end more often to avoid retching n its not to bad a view as well. Across the aisle, hit no. 2 in orange sweater is seated. He ain't that good looking but pleasant enough. Bright summer colors n strong looking back. Stylish headporter bag n adidas shoes with nice black-almost-like-armani-specs. We're now just 1 hr away from kyoto n Gifu is damn beautiful. Old jap houses amongst mountains- rustic n charming. We're now in kyoto. Love my room at the ryokan. Nite.
I was asked today whether I would ever consider leaving New Zealand because of the dreadful weather. It was a powerful question to ponder as I watched the retched rain pummel down creating mini lakes around the house and the gale force gusty wind causing the trees to bow. On balance I think not, although I reserve a woman’s right to change her mind if this weather gets any wetter.
No doubt we could do with a break in this winter. It’s wetter than ever I remember and it’s not a good feeling. The golden sunshine of last weekend was a precious moment to enjoy. Even the basset took their miserable looks out to play in the sun. This is the look of two tired and exasperated hounds patiently waiting for us to finish our latest gardening project. More on that tomorrow.
Aside from the bad weather the bassets are having a bad run of luck too. Fortnum is still nursing a poorly paw although getting stronger and ripe for a return to full walking duties. Little basset has become our latest worry and has given us more than one sleepless night this week. He’s been suffering from an unknown skin allergy which has not responded to treatment and has forced some secondary infections. Our poor little Basset was in a right manic pickle last night causing higher than usually level of worry. A swift visit to see our lovely vets had brought things back in balance and Mason is back more like his usual self.
What with the rotten weather and basset ailments we could certainly do with a break.
Who, as I tried to tell Dszuc the other day, were not only barking (more than smelling) quite aggressively while taking this picture, as Anne started posing they shifted to retching noises. As in, the kind of retching noises we might have made as teens when explaining what it sounds like to throw up. From this rock is coming a loud loud bghhhhltegghhh noise from a few of the seals. Lovely vacation picture, folks! See Annie smile!
Wedding Damage Report
1) Kia Royale
2) Straight champagne
3) White wine
4) Red wine
5) Champagne (toasts)
6) White wine
7) Rum and Coke
8) Lager
9) Glenfiiddich
Outcome: pass out, 2 x voming, assorted retching, sleep by 8.30pm the following day
Worst journey ever down to Somerset this evening - stuck behind this poor man who kept throwing up (and then dry retching) repeatedly. I felt bad for him, but I was hungry and needed a wee, and I couldn't stomach the dinner I'd brought on board, and I didn't dare go in the loo after him. To top it off, we were delayed due to traffic so didn't get to Wells until after 10pm.
Very relieved (literally) to eventually get to my sister's. Had a nice, quick, catch up with her and her family, then drove my mum's car over to her house and saw her briefly before she went to sleep. Had a quick nightcap, then got off to bed myself for a damn good sleep.