Shirt flattening
January 25th, 2007When I talk about an iron I usually mean a pointy thing made by Weller that looks a bit like this
Today however I’m talking about a Russell Hobbs SteamGlide. SteamGlide?? Crap name. A bit girly. “The Flatenator”. Now that would be a good iron.
Why is it that there’s some compulsion to make sure a shirt is ironed down to 10 microns at it’s thickest point? Why, given that compulsion, is it impossible to achieve super flatness with today’s shirts? I can only hope the shirt of the future is made of some magic electro-flat material. I envisage it having two buttons close together that are metallic and at just the right separation to attach a nine volt battery for auto-flattening. Mind you, I’ve seen Futurama and shirts still don’t look that flat. Some twit probably will probably attach his shirt to 240 volts whilst wearing it to make it flatten quicker and then they’d get banned on safety grounds.
I just have to hope I don’t end up with a job at HSBC or something.
Why was I ironing a shirt? At the risk of sounding like a cocky bastard… For one day a year I wear a shirt to an Awards ceremony (specifically the 2006 Advertising Awards (or Advertising Awards 2006, they can’t decide)) in a posh London hotel. It’s all quite swanky really, except that I’m there to help put up the exhibition the night before and I only get to go to the show the next day because my Mum runs the outfit behind it… Still, that aside, it sounds cool! And it involves about 24 hours of free food and drink, including breakfast that’s delivered on a trolley that turns into a table (genius!).
So I easyjetted down yesterday and in an hour or so I’ll be in a taxi to London (I’m doing a bit of time killing here). Tomorrow I should be watching a big name comedian present awards and eating food with “a la” in it’s name.
Just call me Mr Flash for the next 24 hours. After that I’m back to being a scruffy student. See you later!

