text: A few years back I moved into a flat that had not yet had a shower fitted and since I tend to view a bath as effectively sitting in your own lukewarm putrid filth for half an hour a challenging dilemma arose Either go back to my mums every day for a scrub or grow steadily more revolting and tramplike each day until our potsmoking cowboy of a plumber decided to finally turn up for his shiftnnThankfully Poundstretcher had the solution for the princely sum of notes A shower head that plugged into the bath faucet More powerful than an electric shower it said on the box and dreams of a cleansing like never before drifted into my thoughts Maybe I would not even need that drug ravaged plumber it all seemed to good to be truennAnd it was On the very rare occasion that the connector did not immediatelty pop out from the tap the pressure of the water was roughly equivalent to the trickle down Grandads leg after his third sherry at Christmas I was quite literally trying to wash myself with a leaky tapnnJust for those few days of excitement when I thought a few quid had solved all my lifes ills I will always love Poundies The kings of worthless tat