The original page where the odoriferous opinion copied below was posted, http://www.street-people.com, appears to be offline, but the cached version remains, so I clipped the pertinent portion and edited it for punctuation, along with correcting the spelling of
Landsbury Lansbury. The essay is a rambling affair about New York City, which goes so far as to categorize the smells of various street people, and then goes even farther, endeavoring to fit Ms. Lansbury into one of those categories.
Clearly, this individual has never smelled the likes of “UrineMan,” up close and personal, as Index (fistofblog.com) and I have. That old graybeard was “Grade-A Street People.”
I think the dude is way offbase, without ever having had a whiff of Eau de Angela Lansbury, myself; how can you assess the smell of any one person while standing in a crowd on the streets of a major U.S. city – the major U.S. city – of all places? Mark Stewart, aka “Stew” brings the conundrum, here, into focus, with a lyric from his commissioned tune “The Big Game.”
It’s got loneliness and guts
And Frank Sinatra’s cigarette butts
And the riddle of the drinks
It’s perfumed, and it stinks.
(Mark Stewart, incidentally, composed and performed the tune “Come Home Gary” in the Spongebob episode “Where’s Gary?” You may listen to Stew’s “The Big Game” over at Fist Of Blog).
Enough rambling. Here’s the excerpt from the now defunct streetpeople.com, where our Stinkguru poser gives his opinion on A.L.–
I went out to dinner and walked around New York enjoying the nightlife. The hotel was in the theatre district and as I walked back, a huge crowd had gathered by one of the theatres, so we went over to see what was going on. It seems the actors and actresses from the show where leaving and stopping to sign autographs, so I stood around to see if we saw someone famous – or if it was someone from The Lion King [so as] to take them in the alley and cripple them, hopefully ending the show’s torture of people with insipid songs. Gracefully emerging from the side door was Angela Lansbury who many of us thought was dead, but a star nonetheless of classic movies like The Manchurian Candidate, Broadway musicals where she originated one of the roles in Sweeney Todd, and TV where she bored us to tears as that uppity bitch in Murder She Wrote. I don’t know how they ended that TV series but they could have won an Emmy award if they had her killed, not just the character, but her in the shows final episode. Still a star is a star and I snapped a quick picture. Her body guard kept the fans at arms length which I assumed was for her safety until she walked past me to get into her car. It was not intentional but I caught a whiff of Angela Lansbury aroma. Just like a teenage girl is over-scented more than a cat in heat, Angela Lansbury has an aroma and it was not Chanel No. 5. It was not old person smell – that is a mixture of medicated creams, cat, and aggressive application of flowery perfume – it was that damp smell. Angela Lansbury smells like street people.
Thanks for sharing my story about meeting smelly Angela. Now we looked up the spelling in IMDB because we could not stand being around her as she smelled like damp dog pee on grandma’s couch. Our site is about bums, street people, and the homeless so the story was about how Angela smells like the homeless people we met earlier in the day. Thanks again for the mention and love your site
Street-people.com is not defunct – new stories on a regular basis
You must have been down, or something funky at my ISP when I last sought you. I see that you are there, now.
Anyway, since we can both agree that street people are quite often “odoriferous,” I guess I’ll have to give you a link, here.
Thanks for giving your story a mention? so, is that what this is about? Never mind trashing an elegant Star and one with a huge fan base…I think your the smelly one you creep! Anything for your one minute on the web…..weirdo!
Starman Jones replies:
He’s never gonna read this. You need to post your message at his website:
But you might consider saving your righteous indignation for something of a little more social consequence than a relatively obscure web-article about Eau de Angela Lansbury
P.S. – Flaming is nearly as common as spam. Chances are he doesn’t care. I know I don’t.
You smell like my azzz you creep. Angela smells like the best roses money can buy.
She smells like poop get over it Ric you sick fartnose.
Dame Angela Lansbury smells like farts actually and poopys.