I'm taking that soap down with me ever time I pass the desk, in the hopes of finding it vacant, and leaving it there as a gentle hint.
Trouble is, he's always THERE! And I'm not up to handing it to him... all are welcome to join me in the empty-desk-hunt...

No matter - it's probably too subtle a hint for him.

Can't you mention it to the Uni or his employers?

OH, and why does your site require an email addr for posting?

Perhaps we should. *Someone* has to talk to him, after all...

I answered the email address question *last* time you asked it[1], Mark.

[1] http://www.brunningonline.net/simon/blog/archives/001737.html

Are you completely sure he is not actually dead?

I've seen Shaun of the Dead, these things can happen. Make sure you take some kind of weapon to fend him off if he lunges at you next time you pass.

Hmmm. Good point. His conversation isn't exactly scintillating, either. Perhaps he *is* a zombie.

It could be Mr Stinky who leaves the ladies' toilet in a right mess. Only this morning it was smelly and traces of yesterday's dinner were floating around!!!

Well, he's *certainly* no lady...

No, but I'm usually the first lady (well, close!) here in the morning, and it's often decidedly iffy when I get in...

Are you sure it's not a cunning security measure....if he doesn't stink, your building might be ransacked by burglars no longer repelled by the smell!

I sat behind a smelly bloke on the plane last night - he reached up to the overhead lockers and his pits were rank... It was one of those moments where you really wanted to say something about it - I was on the verge of doing so when someone beat me to it. "Christ, someone stinks around here!" a young chap loudly exclaimed... Now at first I admired the guy for being so bold - however it then dawned on me that people around me could think it was me that was producing this odour! I decided to keep quiet, as then you get into the "thou doth protest too much" syndrome. I hate smelly people...

There are medical conditions that make one smell. Maybe the poor guy can't help it http://www.wrongdiagnosis.com/sym/body_odor.htm

That's my mum for you - *always* gives people the benefit of the doubt. (Why do you think she likes me?)

Sorry, Mum, he's a generally unsavoury individual in many ways, so we aren't so happy to give him the benefit of the doubt.

Mission SecretSoapDelivery accomplished yesterday evening... dunno if it'll make any difference, though!

It seems not. :-(

A mate of mine works in Human Resources, has done for a while. A range of employers, some of them fairly uptight (investment banks, corporate lawyers, etc).

So, as you do, I asked her once over a pint what the hardest part of the job was.
- disciplining people? Nope, they generally know they've got it coming.
- telling someone they're being made redundant? Nope, likewise.

It's when you've got to sit someone down and tell them that one or more of their co-workers have made a formal complaint to HR about their body odour.

And she's had to do this more than once!

So - seriously, it could be worth talking to HR for his employers. As someone earlier said, people with this problem frequently don't realise just how badly they stink, so you could well be doing him a favour.

Well, someone actually knows it could be medical. Surprising. I've stunk so badly without any idea what was wrong with me, going from doctor to doctor. To stink is to live in some form of hell. I'd bathe and 15 minutes later my body was ready to rock the funk, BIG TIME! Underarm and most disgustingly, crotch. A very scary experience. Same with the breath. I could smell my own breath like a block of shit when I talked. It was, and it's memory is, the most humiliating, mind boggling feeling I hope to ever have. I went to work every day, mainly because I, unlike other people, need money to pay bills and to eat.

I had to cut all sugar from my diet and thank GAWD, it went away. However, people who are ever so stately still enjoy rubbing it in. While I thought I might possibly be dying from some internal disease, they were jeering and cheering each other on. At that time and now, I know how evil things happen. They just seem like the natural thing to do to people sometimes. Then years later, everybody wonders how it could have happened.

Well, all that has to happen is to declare someone subhuman and everybody goes along with the game of psychological torture and torment. Well, I hope you smug bugs out there never experience that brand of the public coming together for a common good. They are relentless when they have a common idiotic goal and smiling gleefully all the while. I wish I had mirrors so that they could/can look at themselves and see the horrific faces they make when they laugh in that way. I wonder why no one takes pictures of themselves with those demonic self pleased laughs/grimaces. For good reason.

I have no shame in typing this because in my daily life real live face-to-face people make sure I get the rough end of the stick on a daily basis. There is nothing new anyone here can do. It's great, in a way, to be on the receiving end of the stupidity of the masses. It reveals their fakeness and their complete lack of true integrity.

They treat certain people like crap and declare themselves really good people. oh peaches and cream they are. At least I don't wonder about people murdering , molesting, raping. The slave trade or the holocaust, i see it all in the eyes of people raking over me every day. Truly.

I (L) U U R THE BEST LOVE NOT U SUCK I HATE U
MMMMMOOOOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Ahh, someone else who loves an easy target. You go girl. You are so bad, bad, bad. You rule that. You have your easy target, yay. Now, who's easy target are you? Somebody's for sure. Think back. I'm sure you'll find someone just as pleased with your discomfort. Feel That? That's another beauty of it all.

really, that stinky smell people laugh about, it's not in the least funny. right now i'm experiencing it and i know it's got nothing to do with hygiene.but i tell you it's very scary and humilating