Belated Blog
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!
He he.
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.
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