OT: How to get red wine out of silk
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OT: How to get red wine out of silk
We recently moved into a new house, and my gf's mother gave her a present of a silk carpet, brought over from Bombay. It cost about 3 Virus TIs.
The gf went out on Friday evening and I settled down to walk Kickboxer, and promptly booted a bottle of red wine over the rug. About half a bottle went over it. It was bad news.
So if this ever happens to you, this is what you should do:
Absorb as much as you can with kitchen roll;
Stamp on it;
Remove the kitchen roll, look at the stain and flip out.
Get a damp cloth and put it on the stain, and stamp on it.
Flip out again.
Pour salt all over the stain and leave it for a bit.
Brush the salt off, look at the stain and shout and swear and flip out.
In desperation, pour half a bottle of white wine over the stain, pour salt over it again, and leave it.
Go to bed and have bad dreams (unpleasant ones, not ones about blonde girls).
In the morning, brush off the salt - the stain will be completely, unbelievably, gone without trace.
Your face will be like a tramp's in a film, who sees something so totally astonishing that he takes one last look at his bottle of liquor, and throws it over his shoulder.
In hindsight, I think you may skip to the last couple of steps.
The gf went out on Friday evening and I settled down to walk Kickboxer, and promptly booted a bottle of red wine over the rug. About half a bottle went over it. It was bad news.
So if this ever happens to you, this is what you should do:
Absorb as much as you can with kitchen roll;
Stamp on it;
Remove the kitchen roll, look at the stain and flip out.
Get a damp cloth and put it on the stain, and stamp on it.
Flip out again.
Pour salt all over the stain and leave it for a bit.
Brush the salt off, look at the stain and shout and swear and flip out.
In desperation, pour half a bottle of white wine over the stain, pour salt over it again, and leave it.
Go to bed and have bad dreams (unpleasant ones, not ones about blonde girls).
In the morning, brush off the salt - the stain will be completely, unbelievably, gone without trace.
Your face will be like a tramp's in a film, who sees something so totally astonishing that he takes one last look at his bottle of liquor, and throws it over his shoulder.
In hindsight, I think you may skip to the last couple of steps.
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If you knew my gf you'd understand how scared I was. Seeing the stain gone was almost a religous experience, like I'd managed to clean the shroud of turin.
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Yes that's right, Titbag. I'm terrified of "her" in the sense that I am frightened of women in case they tempt me to stop being gay any more. If that happened I would be so distraught I would throw myself into a big pink pit of fluff and weep openly.TITBAG wrote:i thought all men who live in brighton are homosexual. is this what you mean when you say you are terrified of 'her'?
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I remember standing outside the Queen's Arms in Iforgetwhichstreet in Brighton after a karaoke night almost yelling "I'm not gay! I just like karaoke! I'm not gay!"
Guy in a pink top and denim jacket with bleached hair walking past stares at me for two seconds and goes "Hyeah, and I'm a fucking virgin!" and continues up the street.
I really don't know what to make of that story.
Guy in a pink top and denim jacket with bleached hair walking past stares at me for two seconds and goes "Hyeah, and I'm a fucking virgin!" and continues up the street.
I really don't know what to make of that story.
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he just fancied you. his loss.noisetonepause wrote:I remember standing outside the Queen's Arms in Iforgetwhichstreet in Brighton after a karaoke night almost yelling "I'm not gay! I just like karaoke! I'm not gay!"
Guy in a pink top and denim jacket with bleached hair walking past stares at me for two seconds and goes "Hyeah, and I'm a fucking virgin!" and continues up the street.
I really don't know what to make of that story.
before she notices, throw her down in the area in question and have your amorous best at her. Then, indicate the stain and exclaim in a surprised yet humorful and forgiving manner 'whups, love, must be that time of the month'.
oooog. i will regret that post later, but I have been sampling the absinthe.
oooog. i will regret that post later, but I have been sampling the absinthe.
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