Steptoe and Son Forum

I prefer the flock wallpaper, I wouldn't put it in the khazie though.

We need something washable out there !.

Archie wrote:I prefer the flock wallpaper...

I dunno, flocking might appear to soften the experience, but I’ll stick with trusty ol’ pages of Exchange & Mart .
That’s one of those occasions where Albert’s solution actually made good sense, just sew all the samples together, bung em up and there ye go, save a ton of cash.
Probably not the sort of thing a hungover person on the verge of a technicolour yawn needs to look at in the karzi though: a crazy quilt of mismatched colours and fabrics in every direction. Like wandering into an enclosed three dimensional Gustav Klimt painting, chances are it wouldn’t help .

I did use wallpaper in the bog but then someone gave me a toilet brush. I had to stop using that though as it was quite painful, so went back to paper!

Having toilet paper, flock or not, in the seventies was a luxury. I can remember as a kid when times were tough use to wait for it to rain. Call it mother nature's bidet. The winter was a nightmare.

Ilovesteptoe wrote:Having toilet paper, flock or not, in the seventies was a luxury. I can remember as a kid when times were tough
use to wait for it to rain. Call it mother nature's bidet. The winter was a nightmare.

Gee, thanks for the visual ILS .
We’ll never look at iced-lollies in the same way again .
When mates and me were kids first out on our own, sharing flats & squats as one does, we’d sometimes use newspaper deliberately, a futile act of defiance but we were only young and it amused us at the time. Tabloids preferred for obvious reasons, but pretty much any newspaper would do, an uncomfortable but momentarily gratifying expression of disdain for yellow journalism .

Gee, thanks for the visual ILS .

No problem DOY. Felt a right arse too. And seeing it was my own, was comforted in a twisted although soiled sort of way.

Ilovesteptoe wrote:No problem DOY. Felt a right arse...

That was you?! .....Cheeky devil .
Wait...that was my left cheek, not right. Hmm...
Should you ever holiday here ILS, remind me not to let you drive .

That was you?! .....Cheeky devil

My excuse. It was dark. So had to feel my way to the WC, as my outside bog light bulb had blown, and to my and your relief, thank heaven's nothing else was.