I needed to go pee today as I was half-way round the supermarket. It was the first time I had used the new toilets there and wasn't ready for the latest hand drier installment. Normally I avoid looking in the highly illuminated mirror for fear of catching a glimpse at aging old me. But the drier was on the mirror's side and did that for me nonetheless. The skin on the back of my hand flapped and rippled with vengeance. Elasticity departing. And no anti-aging hand cream is ever gonna bring it back.
I quite like the idea of the below drier. Shame about the boring old theme tune when there are so many toilet-related songs that would suffice. Mind you, it would go down a bomb in the Ladies on Singles Night as the mascara runs and stains their cheeks and glitter tops. The last few notes, however, would be worth the smell of carbolic wafting around me.
Any song you think might do...?