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  • 7 Reasons That the IKEA Plastis is the Ultimate Washing-Up Brush

    7 Reasons That the IKEA Plastis is the Ultimate Washing-Up Brush

    The IKEA Plastis is amazing.  It’s truly a thing of wonder.  Here are seven reasons that it’s the ultimate washing-up brush.

    IKEA Plastis washing up brushes in red, yellow and blue

    1.  It Creates Envy.  The IKEA Plastis washing-up brush is capable of provoking great envy.  I first saw one in a friend’s kitchen four years ago and, ignoring all of the more expensive and conventionally desirable objects that surrounded it (almost the entire Le Creuset range of pots and pans, a very swanky digital radio, a fully-tiled kitchen floor), I made a beeline straight for it.  “This is amazing!”, I exclaimed, as I picked it up, wide-eyed, to examine it.  “It’s a washing-up brush”, my friend replied, helpfully.  “Yes, I can see that”, I said, “but it’s got a sucker on the bottom.  It’s ingenious*.”  And that was it.  I had fallen in love with the simplicity and brilliance of the design.  I wanted that washing-up brush more than I want a cat that can talk or the ability to levitate (which I would use mostly to surprise people in first-floor rooms).  I had to have one.

    2.  It Creates Anticipation.  “It’s from IKEA”, my friend said.  “What!  NNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” was my rational and measured response during which I adopted a posture worthy of Edvard Munch’s The Scream, but in a well-appointed Bolton kitchen.  This may seem like an overreaction to the prospect of purchasing something from IKEA, but it really isn’t.  Had the Plastis been available solely from the moon it would have been easier to get hold of.  I live in the centre of a city.  Because of this I choose not to own a car.  This is because I live in the bit that most people drive to and I have no desire to visit the suburbs/industrial estates/retail parks/Frankie and Benny’s so I don’t need one.  Public transport is also not a practical option when it comes to visiting our local IKEA and the Plastis isn’t available to order online (I checked.  Weekly), so I had to wait four years until we required a sufficient quantity of shelving, lampshades, sideboards and other stuff in order to justify renting a car to get the Plastis.  During that time I tried not to think of the brush every day**, but I thought about it a lot.  They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder and, in the years that the brush was absent from my life, I grew very fond of it indeed.  Perhaps too fond.

    An IKEA Plastis washing-up brush in red
    I stopped short of getting a tattoo of the Plastis.

    3.  It Makes Grown Men Jump For Joy.  “There it is!  There it is!” I exclaimed breathlessly to my wife while pointing to a display on the other side of a very large room in IKEA, before abandoning her and hurrying toward the stand of brushes.  And there it was.  Or, more excitingly, they were.  There were loads of them, in several colours, standing upright in serried ranks on their suckers.  There was an army of them.  This is what it must be like to be The Queen during the trooping of the colour, I thought.  After four, long years, I was finally about to get hold of a Plastis!.  Obviously, I studied them all very carefully before selecting one and, while my wife was away playing with wardrobes, tape measures and shelving, I made my important decision.  Though it wasn’t a very difficult one because…

    4.  The Plastis Comes In Red.  This is important.  As one of the rules of our kitchen (immediately after the rule that every time I paint the ceiling, something else will spring a leak and ruin it again) is that nothing goes in there unless it’s red.  We have red pots, red pans, red blenders, red mug-stands, red radios, red everything.  Josef Stalin and Ken Livingstone would get into our kitchen: Winston Churchill and Joseph McCarthy would not.  Unless they’re any good at laying floor tiles (red), in which case, they’d be very welcome.

    5.  It’s Great Value.  The IKEA Plastis is fantastic value priced, as it is, at £1.11.  Not only does this mean that you can buy joy and fulfilment for less than the price of a cup of coffee, but – with its preponderance of 1s – should you wish to print this page out, it will be cheaper to do so as the number 1 uses less ink than any other number.  Also, should you be near a superstitious type at this moment, the three ones will be causing them to say “Nelson!” and dance around, meaning that you get free entertainment too.  Obviously, in our case, the fantastic value was slightly offset by having to buy a sideboard and rent a car to get one, but it’s still better value than paying council tax, which costs many times more and doesn’t make anyone happy.

    6.  It’s Even Better Value For Dishwasher-Owners.  Because, as the people at IKEA will tell you, the Plastis is dishwasher-safe.  Which means that you can wash your washing-up brush inside the dishwasher, which is great, because otherwise, if we didn’t have a dishwasher, we’d have to buy another washing-up brush to wash our washing-up brush with.  So for dishwasher-owners, the cost of washing-up brush ownership is halved.***

    7.  It’s Got A Sucker.  Obviously the best bit about the Plastis is the sucker, and since we got ours home I’ve been experimenting with it.  I’ve stood it up on the draining board, I’ve stuck it to the wall, I’ve affixed it to the (red) biscuit tin and, best of all, I’ve stuck it to my forehead and chased the cat around the house pretending to be an alien (consequently, for the past two days I’ve had a large purple circle in the centre of my forehead which doesn’t look like it’s going away any time soon).  There is literally nothing that can’t be improved by sticking a Plastis to it.  Even people.  The Plastis is awesome and one day, who knows, I might even use it to wash something up.

    *I promise you, our conversations are usually far more interesting than this.

    **Because that would be weird.

    ***Yes, I did use this argument in IKEA to justify purchasing the Plastis to my wife, who responded by using a technique that she has developed during our marriage called Smile & Nod.

  • 7 Reasons It’s Difficult Remembering To Take Chicken Out Of The Freezer

    7 Reasons It’s Difficult Remembering To Take Chicken Out Of The Freezer

    You know how it is, you want chicken for dinner. That means you need to remove it from the freezer. It’s never that easy though. Is it?

    7 Reasons It's Difficult Remembering To Take The Chicken Out Of The Freezer

    1.  First Trip To The Freezer. Sadly you don’t make it as far as the freezer. Instead, out of the corner of your eye, you notice something alarming. A significant lack of tea-bags in the tea-bag jar. This is poor tea-bag management and must be rectified with immediate effect. You then make a cup of tea and go and do something else. Probably drink it while spoofing an England cricket captain. Well, I do anyway.

    2.  Second Trip To The Freezer. Rather brilliantly, your girlfriend/wife/significant other has just sent you a message reminding you to get the chicken out of the freezer. ‘That’s rather brilliant,’ you say. Rather unbrilliantly though, she has also asked you to put beetroot in a bag and then transfer it to the fridge. This is a delicate operation as one false move can result in a pair of red stained boxer shorts. Thankfully, you make it through and then go and relax on the sofa for half-an-hour. Just to, you know, recover.

    3.  Third Trip To The Freezer. This time you really are going to get the chicken out of the freezer. And indeed you get as far as opening the door. Sadly, you are not confronted by chicken and instead are reminded that you should get a couple of rolls out for your lunch later. You then try and put the remaining rolls back in the freezer without something else falling to the floor. By the time you have picked up all the shattered ice cubes and refilled the tray, you have completely forgotten about whatever it was you shouldn’t have forgotten about. Probably chicken.

    4.  Fourth Trip To The Freezer. Just as you are stepping into the kitchen, the stupid woman on the radio stops repeating, ‘Coming up in a few minutes – Test Match Cricket,’ and is replaced by the sound of, ‘Soul Limbo’. Suddenly you are thinking back to the good old days in (circa) 2002 when Michael Bevan smashed you all around Leicestershire and then you were promptly smacked on the head by a Devon Malcolm beamer. Then you stop thinking that it really should have been you playing for England today and go and listen some people who actually can play cricket.

    5.  Fifth Trip To The Freezer. Washing-up! It’s 12pm and you still haven’t washed the breakfast things. Your Mum might be 140 miles away, but you can’t help but feel she is disappointed in you. You shake your head and do what needs doing. Then you drop an apple on your foot.

    6.  Sixth Trip To The Freezer. The first thing you see as you walk into the kitchen are your rolls. They have defrosted. That means it must be lunchtime.

    7.  Seventh Trip To The Freezer. This time there is no stopping you. You are straight in to that freezer and out you come with chicken. It needs to defrost in approximately two hours. Which is why you employ delaying tactics when you are out shopping that evening and why your girlfriend/wife/significant other now thinks you have an unhealthy interest in the style of men’s underwear.