Hello,
Awkward admission.
At the start of the 80s, my parents had, for three or four years, white thin polystyrene tiolet seat covers that they stuck on to our loo seats. They bought them from somewhere. I wouldn't know where.
The idea, of course, was that they negated that 'ooh-ooh' moment when you (ahem) lower yourself onto a cold toilet seat. Polystyrene doesn't conduct heat or cold, I suppose, so they always felt warm enough....even in the middle of the coldest winters.
Now, I'd just started secondary school, and both old and new mates, after visiting my house, proper took the mickey at school. Were they secretly envious? Probably not, actually.
I nagged my parents to be rid of these monstrous toilet seat toppers, made from the same polystyrene as chippy trays. I could not take the ridicule at school. Lads I barely knew would wander up and ask, "You're the lad with the heated bog-seats, aren't you?" It was hardly that technological.
But secretly, I liked the fact I could plonk myself down on the toilet with no hesitation. Lovely, every time.
I doubt they're still sold. They must have been unhygenic. Back then, I never ever saw them in any other house. Just us, then?
But I'm a ruined man. I still miss the warmth.
....Jamo.
Awkward admission.
At the start of the 80s, my parents had, for three or four years, white thin polystyrene tiolet seat covers that they stuck on to our loo seats. They bought them from somewhere. I wouldn't know where.
The idea, of course, was that they negated that 'ooh-ooh' moment when you (ahem) lower yourself onto a cold toilet seat. Polystyrene doesn't conduct heat or cold, I suppose, so they always felt warm enough....even in the middle of the coldest winters.
Now, I'd just started secondary school, and both old and new mates, after visiting my house, proper took the mickey at school. Were they secretly envious? Probably not, actually.
I nagged my parents to be rid of these monstrous toilet seat toppers, made from the same polystyrene as chippy trays. I could not take the ridicule at school. Lads I barely knew would wander up and ask, "You're the lad with the heated bog-seats, aren't you?" It was hardly that technological.
But secretly, I liked the fact I could plonk myself down on the toilet with no hesitation. Lovely, every time.
I doubt they're still sold. They must have been unhygenic. Back then, I never ever saw them in any other house. Just us, then?
But I'm a ruined man. I still miss the warmth.
....Jamo.
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