Stranger on a Train

A journey to Sheringham by train allowed me to bring up a type of dryer hitherto untouched on this blog - the combo. You are no doubt familiar with the sort - water first, then a spurt of soap, then the dryer, then disappointment x10. I'm not particularly keen on these. Sadly it is inevitable that a dryer that comprises only a third of an installation will not be as good as one designed & built solely for that purpose - its nature comprises of compromises.

Secondly what irritated me was because of the dryer's lack of power and general sluggishness I had to do another round - but it wouldn't let me use the dryer again until I had repeated the water/soap/water process again. Naturally I removed my hands for that part to save myself getting caught in an infinite loop of dissatisfaction, never quite reaching the nirvana of dry hands before being cruelly returned to wet hands again. I found this inefficient and frustrating.

The last thing to day is that it was hidden behind a mirror. Unlike the dryer appearing in the next review this was no metaphor for narcissism smothering enlightenment. It was just a shit mirror, a shit dryer and an all round shit experience.

We should never have let our railways be privatised.