so yes, then, once more to the realm of the public gentleman's restroom facility. i had so desperately tried to avoid this subject, look you see, but every now and then one (as in i) see(s) something of such interest it cannot remain unobserved, or silent. indeed, not silent.
it was so that, recently, for purposes of verk i had to attend an area of our land which (or that) some might describe, kindly and affectionately, as being "a little bit backwards". backwards, i suppose, in respect of how the world presently works in relation to how they there all believe it still works. far be it from me to name the place, so no, you can work it out. or, if you will, assume it is such a place that you are aware of, and get on with it.
my primary concern, once finding myself in this place, was of course (understandably) to get out of it all as quickly as possible. but, alas, i could not rush. further, i had valid reason to make use of the facilities there. in this circumstance, valid is natural, so no, this was not like my mate Spiros what goes into such gentleman restroom facilities to make short term but mutually beneficial friendships with like-minded men. no other chaps happened to be there when i was.
there, then, i found this, or that there above. i was sort of looking around for the means to dry my hands off after washing them (yes, singing happy birthday, twice) and confess i overlooked this at first glance. under no circumstances was i expecting to find a mid to late 70s style hand drying unit still all armed, fully operational and partially functioning.
a reasonable thing to have assumed, taken as a given or concluded after consideration is, or would be, that all such devices from north of forty (40) years ago would have long since gone. decommissioned, knacked beyond repair or simply replaced for reasons of more efficient devices, or style. but no. in this corner of a place resoundingly residing in the past, a very old fashioned variation of what it was assumed a futuristic hand dryer would look like. oh.
whereas i am no architect (they call me a butcher) or fashion expert, the aesthetics of this are rather unmistakable. clearly this was informed by certain fictional works of the late 60s and early 70s, what projected how the future would look. which is quite white and very box apparently. have a look at this hand dryer in action and tell me it would not look out of place on the orbiting hotel bit out of 2001.
yes, i was able to get some video, since i had the place to myself. no one to ask me what the f*** i thought i was doing, or playing at. quite rare for one to have a gentleman's restroom facility all alone and to the self of one. which now has me thinking maybe it was actually some sort of museum piece or similar exhibition, and i have gravely erred in making use of it. dear me.
reviewing this contraption, device, appliance or whatever one should call it (facility, maybe) is an interesting challenge. overall, yes, it does the job. but not how one may expect. after one presses, or twats, the big red button, one is greeted with some silence, then some rumbling and then, well, the noise one can (or should be able to) hear in the above video.
unexpectedly for the purpose of such a device (or what have you), that solid, heavy blast of air from the dryer is rather cold. this underlines the credentials of it being off of the 70s, for wishing or wanting heat back then singled you out as a 'big fanny'. yet the ferocity of strength which this blasts out air does a remarkably fast job of drying your hands. or, presumably, recalling (fondly) that one scene with Madonna out of Desperately Seeking Susan, anything you cared or dared to place under it. this energy guzzling arctic air dispenser works one heck of a lot better than any modern, Greta appeasing one i have used of late, believe you me. or not, up to you.
indeed i did try and do some animated footage, in the greater good and glory of Commodore 64 mode, of this device. however, as you can (probably) see in the above, i kind of had the camera sideways for it. unless it comes out the right way round on your side of the screen.
no, i do not believe there is much else i can add here. if fortune smiles then all future visits to such institutions as gentleman's restroom facilities shall be marked as ordinary and unimportant, meaning there is nothing curious for me to observe and record. should that not be the case, then yes, more of this sort of thing as and when i see it.
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