Steam Shop

We took our dry cleaning here for months and then a mishap with a stretcher hanger and skirt made me question their abilities. I brought in a brand new never been washed skirt. It was clean but the hanger they put it on overstretched the skirt that ripped the clasp. I brought in to see if they would understand and pay the 5£ to fix it somewhere. I wasn’t asking for them to do much but to fix something they had obviously broken. We sat their conversing about the topic of the stretch of skirt and how it stretches when you bend down. The issue was you should never put a skirt on a stretcher hanger ever. Why would I want to have my skirt that I bought because it fit to be overstretched? He also deemed that «A person like you should never bring in a such a minor thing to me» What? You shouldn’t know that you failed a customer and you should just fix it to keep getting a repeat customer? Such a epic fail.

Only took me an hour to wash + dry massive load of clothes, recommend!

Housewarming party + tequila + drunk friends = vomit on my duvet!!! Arrrrrghhh! The stupid duvet won’t fit in my washing machine, nightmare! So I head down to The Steam Shop.
I would love to say that this place reminded me of a sketch from a «Friends» style American sitcom, or that there were some hot studs of the ilk of that guy from the notorious Levis advert kicking about, but sadly no. The Steam Shop is a grey and dismal little place where everyone sits with their eyes glued to the floor or the little TV set because they are too embarrassed to make eye contact. I’m not sure exactly why everyone is embarrassed but I assume it is something to do with the ambiguous staining on their clothing. I was certainly embarrassed by my vomit covered duvet!
On the plus side the washing machines are massive and could fit my duvet in them no bother. So for a couple of quid my duvet was good as new, what more do you want from a launderette really?

Sadly, I do not have a tumble dyer. A great money saver, yes, and better for the environment but when it’s cold outside and your washing takes a million years to dry, it’d be nice to have a magic clothes-​drying machine. Fortunately though, there are laundrettes.
This weekend I decided it was best not to have my flat covered in damp towels, bed sheets and several pairs of jeans (the clothes-​drying nightmare) so I grabbed my IKEA bag and headed round the corner to visit my local laundrette for the first time. It was a bit of a dismal place as you would expect but they did have a tv in the corner and a small seating area for you to plonk yourself down and do a crossword. The prices were reasonable (although if you just use a tumble dryer and don’t use their washing machine, you have to pay a surcharge of 50p, grr) and I was able to dry two large washing loads in a giant tumble dryer for 30 minutes– for £2.50.
Not bad. And the satisfaction that comes with folding your clean, warm towels is priceless.