Housewerk

I have been vacillating about this one, because somewhere in my mind (nothing new under the sun and all that...) has been a nagging suspicion that it's all been done before. But, buoyed by your (thank you, dear reader) unstinting support, I have decided to press on.



Deep breath... Wouldn't it be amusing if the band members of Kraftwerk shared an apartment - in Dusseldorf if you like - and argued endlessly (a la The Upper Hand) about whose turn it was to do the washing up? Something has been in the back of my mind that there was a skit along these lines some 20+ years ag0, hosted by the great Paul Hogan. Or something.



In any case, I'm sure you can just imagine the (admittedly fleeting) hilarity as the boys fret about their plastique hair and John Smedley polo necks whilst running a hoover round. There would be a cat. And possibly a wacky neighbour, though I'm not sure if this would be a Kramer-esque creation, or altogether more Rosemary's Baby type freaky old lady. I may prepare a treatment.