Andrew J. Lederer

Ollie Broadway posted the following response to yesterday's post about my improvised, fast laundering method. My last line had been:
"Nothing can possibly go wrong."

Ollie: Of course you realise that now, in order to satisfy the dramatic tension set up by the final line of this note, something has to go wrong.

Well, that was what I thought too and reality seemed to be providing the satisfying arc when I discovered I had not washed my underwear and needed to go commando. While not normally a major problem, I had decided to enjoy the sun and save money by walking to my destination and did not intend to deprive myself of my sunshine stroll just because my genitalia was unprotected.

BTW, when I say stroll, I should point out that it was a fairly lengthy walk, from the Shepherd's Bush-adjacent section of Notting Hill, past Holland Park to Bayswater, then through Hyde Park toward Victoria, the Vauxhall Bridge and, ultimately, 'round the Kennington Oval toward Peckham (and roast chicken and veg!).

It took a speedy two and a half hours and -- wait, here's the comedic complication -- all that walking sans underpants left me with an irritated penis.

Fortunately, I didn't have to use it.