Pressed for Time

Little could I have imagined all those years ago, as I made fun of the Corby Trouser Press whilst travelling in London, that I would be confessing this to you today. Not only did I mock the ads, I presented this ludicrous and totally gratuitous appliance as the ultimate waste of money and space in the personal appliance category. To the Englishman I was staying with. This took place just before I noticed his mid-range Corby tucked neatly in the corner of the room.

So, during my most recent stay in London (the OTHER one, trust me) I was rather surprised to find the wall-mounted Corby in my (upgraded to) Executive Floor room. More shockingly, I couldn't wait to see if it really worked. Damn! Then was disappointed that my stretchy synthetic pants would melt to a horrific pile of goo if I actually tried to use it. Double damn!

I was faced with the overwhelming urge to purchase a pair of woolen pants I didn't need.



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