It's the season when you'd want a fire, or would be if it was properly cold
A woman standing near me on the platform at Chancery Lane tube the other morning gave off a scorched odour.
More precisely, as if she had been close to a burning car for a while.
Not just the burnt rubber smell, but also the hot metal, melted synthetic materials, the petrol flared off and the leather and the paint all incinerated.
More precisely, as if she had been close to a burning car for a while.
Not just the burnt rubber smell, but also the hot metal, melted synthetic materials, the petrol flared off and the leather and the paint all incinerated.