I remember the first new washing machine i bought. I was 16 and just moved into a bedsit, in the big city. I never read the instructions, so never unbolted that big concrete travel weight in the back. Anyway. I set it on intense wash, maximum spin speed, and went out. When i came home, all the other bedsit dwellers were sitting outside in the hallway, with chunks of plaster all over the place, and water coming through the ceiling. It was
even worse in my kitchen. It had been bouncing around for a couple of hrs, and smashed all the units and the worktops to pieces, and punched a hole in the wall, into the next bedsit, big enough to crawl though. it looked like someone had thrown a hand grenade in there, and shut the door. What s fucking mess.