Blonde's Eye View: Dinner and a cold bottom
Angela Clarke is campaigning against the icy loo seats in our restaurants
America may be experiencing a cold front, but over here I've got a cold bottom. What is it with restaurants and bars that don't heat their toilets?
There you are, enjoying a lovely warm meal, in a lovely warm restaurant, when you pop for a pee and tragedy strikes - hypothermia.
Am I spoilt by the largely clement, climate-controlled Wharf? Perhaps. But a radiator-free bathroom is the least inviting place in the world. Three words. Ice cold seat.
It's distressing to disrobe in a glacial lav. I've watched Call The Midwife - I know E14 used to be covered in poverty-ridden tenements devoid of electricity and heating, but I don't need to channel it.
When I go for dinner and I visit the powder room I want organic soap, and luxury moisturiser, and those neatly folded flannels you dry your hands on. A comfortable toilette experience. And there's nothing more comfortable than an ambient temperature.
It's called a restroom, because it should be restful. I don't want a numb bum, frozen fanny or a frostbitten bottom. I have to take layers off in here, guys. It's January: I have to take a lot of layers off.
Why neglect to heat the smallest room of the establishment? Does it stop people loitering in the loos?
I must admit on occasion I've eschewed reapplying my lippy because it was just too nippy. Is it a cunning anti-drugs policy?
No-one will hang around long enough to take anything dodgy if they can't stop their teeth chattering.
Problem is, no-one will hang around long enough to order food and drink either. To quote George Michael's infamous toilet based music video - let's go outside.
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