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I was reminded about this when I watched a YouTube video over the weekend about technology and fashion which were around the the 1980s - Ttat deacde seemed to be the one famous for trying to put everything in one plece to save both space and time and it was a modernisation of something that people have done for decades when they didn't even own a tumnble-dryer - hanging ckothes out to dry on the eashing line, and then it starts raining and one is back to square one.
My next-door neighbours (and the ones who lived there before them) at my old address used to have a triangle-design rotating washing line, putting everying washed in one place and so it is mo straddled across the lenth of the back garden (and those were the days when, as someone younger, one could look at what was on the line and get an interesting view of what they were drying off, especially from a clothing perspective!) At the time, the 1980s really seemed to be the era of triangle-shaped rotating contraptions - think of the three rotating dartboards on Bullseye, and also Wincy Willis' "hole in the wall" Weather map on TV-am, mostly used because the TV station couldn't afford proper computer technology until around 1989. We never had one; but just a "right down the length of the garden" washing line which to me reminded me of the peg-wire part of the Krypton Factor assault course where tracksuited-contestants used to hang along with them until reaching a muddy fall at the end.
Talking of washing lines, it reminded me of one Sunday night when some people had been tresspassing into local back gardens. On our washing line that evening, we had pegged on pairs of underwear belonging to female members of our family who still lived with us back then. Last thing at night (well, it was after Spitting Image), my late mother went out the back to collect the washing in, and all the bras and knickers had gone, with the pegs which were used to hang them, were all together resting on the grass underneath. My sister was annoyed and livid and didn't know what to do - she had to go to work first thing on Monday morning - just a few hours away - and she had nothing to wear underneath because of what had just happened. (The male underwear was left intact on the washing line, thank goodness).
Thankfully, we all got them back soon afterwards; it was some local youths who stole them from our washing line as a joke and used them as frisbees and thrown them to each other - they were found abandoned near-by, and we could recognise them as been taken from our washing line. I have to say that I wasn't personally affected by this fpor obvious reasons, but one couldn't help smiling if not laughing at what had happened - had I been a female at our address, I would have probably been very angry about what had just happened as well. And as they were dirty from being thrown about, we had to wash them again as well...
My next-door neighbours (and the ones who lived there before them) at my old address used to have a triangle-design rotating washing line, putting everying washed in one place and so it is mo straddled across the lenth of the back garden (and those were the days when, as someone younger, one could look at what was on the line and get an interesting view of what they were drying off, especially from a clothing perspective!) At the time, the 1980s really seemed to be the era of triangle-shaped rotating contraptions - think of the three rotating dartboards on Bullseye, and also Wincy Willis' "hole in the wall" Weather map on TV-am, mostly used because the TV station couldn't afford proper computer technology until around 1989. We never had one; but just a "right down the length of the garden" washing line which to me reminded me of the peg-wire part of the Krypton Factor assault course where tracksuited-contestants used to hang along with them until reaching a muddy fall at the end.
Talking of washing lines, it reminded me of one Sunday night when some people had been tresspassing into local back gardens. On our washing line that evening, we had pegged on pairs of underwear belonging to female members of our family who still lived with us back then. Last thing at night (well, it was after Spitting Image), my late mother went out the back to collect the washing in, and all the bras and knickers had gone, with the pegs which were used to hang them, were all together resting on the grass underneath. My sister was annoyed and livid and didn't know what to do - she had to go to work first thing on Monday morning - just a few hours away - and she had nothing to wear underneath because of what had just happened. (The male underwear was left intact on the washing line, thank goodness).
Thankfully, we all got them back soon afterwards; it was some local youths who stole them from our washing line as a joke and used them as frisbees and thrown them to each other - they were found abandoned near-by, and we could recognise them as been taken from our washing line. I have to say that I wasn't personally affected by this fpor obvious reasons, but one couldn't help smiling if not laughing at what had happened - had I been a female at our address, I would have probably been very angry about what had just happened as well. And as they were dirty from being thrown about, we had to wash them again as well...
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