Has anyone ever been happy to smell shit?
"Well," Gates muses, "you know you've found the path to truth when you smell shit".
Perhaps in all our lives there comes a day when we are happy to smell shit.
Now a normal director would be all, 'Are you all right?' Ridley just comes over, sniffs the air and says: 'Do I smell shit around here?' Like I'd just soiled my pants!
When I pass a mirror and catch a glimpse of myself, or I'm at the bus stop and some kids come up behind me and say, "Who smells shit?" — small daily humiliations that are par for the course — these I take, generally speaking, in my liver.
The writing is so sharp, so funny and so clever and the characters are great, particularly the supporting characters, like the blond producer who hardly ever says anything at all – she just scowls like she can smell shit the whole time!
A blanket wrapped with belts held me flat, and I could smell shit.
Parents were outraged but, come on, you can definitely smell shit a few inches away, before it enters your mouth.
Because, if a bus that literally runs on shit doesn't smell of shit, why do Virgin Trains smell of shit?
The kid smelling of shit.
