A Heated Debate.

There has been overwhelming popular demand that I submit a photograph of a genuine British type central heating radiator.  Okay, one person, Sam at, Rot Du Jour, begged me, I mean, asked me if I would send a picture. Here is her impassioned plea, "Gary-I would be extremely interested to see what one of these 'weird' radiators looks like-do send a picture eh?"  Well, I will do better than that.  I share with you some fascinating photographs of a British radiator.  And, just when you thought your day couldn't get any better.

Now, you might just be aware that British weather is not exactly the most ideal.  If you go to hang out your laundry you are virtually guaranteeing a torrential downpour.  This is where the much loved British gas central heating radiator becomes oh so convenient.
Just think what a welcoming sight it is for visitors to come into the house and see a varied collection of undergarments flung over the much loved British gas central heating radiator.  A common British conversation, in a typical British house, starts like this, 'A very good day to you, come on in.  Do you like my underwear?'
For your information, in case you're taking notes, I will tell you what's in the above photograph:  A partial view of my curtains, four pairs of underwear, one authentic Canadian 'toque', a wayward stuffed hedgehog, 'Tails' the fox, a very confused garden gnome, and of course, the warm and reassuring, British gas central heating radiator.

There is one problem that I have noted with British gas central heating radiators.  The heating seems to stay in one spot.   This means that the radiator becomes a meeting place, a gathering of all creatures, great and small.
So, as I observe the huddled masses congregating around the radiator, I got to thinking about the good old days in Canada.  I have fond memories of the forced air natural gas heating that would come whooshing out the vents on the floor.  And speaking of natural gas.  Ah yes, the fun we used to have.  The hot air would blast out of the vent.... and I would let rip....a massive fart!  That way, said fart would circulate and waft around the house, and all, within range, would get to enjoy...my pungent aroma.  It's good to share.  Sadly, if I tried the same thing on a British radiator, I know I'd be most disappointed.  Knowing my luck, the end result would be a burnt butt from getting too close to the radiator.
I'm fully aware that this intriguing topic has thrilled you to the point of blissful euphoria.  And with this in mind, I'm going to submit, for your viewing delight, one last photograph.  I hope you are sitting comfortably.

Yes, behold, the great and the mighty, genuine British thermostat, photographed, on location, in my home.  I hope you managed to contain your excitement.
'I wonder if this posting will cause a heated debate?   Did I mention that we have to 'bleed' our radiators?   If anyone reads this they will think it's a load of hot air...and Gary....why are you talking to yourself?'