This should have been written before the Eurovision Blog, but as I had my parents down for the weekend, that all flew out the window. And of course, Eurovision had to be done ASAP, otherwise it would lose all meaning. (Not that it had a great deal of meaning anyway.)
So, especially late but needing to be told, here is the story of Helen's trip to the Laundrette.
Friday night at the Laundrette, Who cares what knickers you see (sung in the style of Saturday Night at the Movies.)
When the clothes are spinning and drying and that's good to see. Whoa-oh-oh
Friday Night at the Laundrette.........
Blah, blah, blah, you get the idea.
Well, we arrived with a massive suitcase full of stuff and we're surrounded by small, medium and large machines, all silver and looking like they've seen a few too many washes. I swear they have to keep these places looking like they did in the 80's. It adds to the atmosphere.
So then change became a problem of course. You needed not only pound coins but 50p's as well. Poor A, he had to go to the local corner shops about four times to buy something small and then beg for the change he needed.
It was empty at first and we were both shocked. I'd expected more people to be partying at the Laundrette. It's where it's all happening. But that just gave us the opportunity to take some hilarious photos:
Wow! Look at it cleaning stuff. I wish my washing machine did that.
I have to say, it's not quite as sexy as they used to make out in the old Levi's ads. You know the ones where the soundtrack was, 'I just wanna make love to you' and some gorgeous guy or skinny blonde was stripping down to their smalls, in a jam packed laundrette, the windows all steamed up..........
Yeah. It ain't like that. At all. Ha!
Still we took Laundretting to a whole new level and brought it to the 21st Century, taking the lap top and headphones and watched an episode of numbers whilst waiting for the cycle to finish.
Someone came in and left their stuff, but I would never do that. I'm too attached to certain things for mostly ridiculous reasons and the idea that someone could come and take all your stuff, though why anyone would want to, I don't know. I didn't say it was rational thinking. I don't do a great deal of that.
One guy came in with some stuff for the dryer, then went away and came back with a takeaway. Then he sat there and ate it whilst he put the dryer on again. Interesting. Speaking of the dryers, they were particularly annoying. One of them worked for about 20mins, the other about 10. So then we swapped into a different one and it again only did 10. We must have just been lucky with the initial 20mins. Needless to say, nothing was dry and we still had to hang everything up at home for two days. But at least it was clean.
Psycho dryer picture. Nice.
So there you have it. Friday night at the laundrette. It's Rock'n'roll!
Oh and I also found out that on the same day it was Geek Pride day. So I hope you geeks all had a lovely day. I did. I was at the Laundrette, watching numbers on the laptop. Geek heaven. Ha.
Well guys, enjoy the Queen's Jubilee. It's really worth having a Royal family when you get these extra days off. Honestly with the Wedding last year and this year's festivities, it's been awesome. Harry, if you plan on getting married, that would be excellent. Cheers. Think about it. It's worth it for the love and thanks of all your people who will sit and drink in beer gardens up and down the country, toasting your health.
So whatever you're up to, have a good break and think about all those wonderful British things like Queueing, personal space and our wonderfully stiff upper lip!
Ciao for now.