Bitch on the Blog

July 21, 2013


Are you a Persil woman? Yes, you too, Shackman. I am.

I know there are arguments against it but that’s what I am. A Persil Woman. Non-biological. Despite the ‘non’ non-biological easier on your skin.

Possibly to do with my country of origin – though my mother who doesn’t speak a word of English begs to differ. Give me a brand and I am yours. Vorsprung durch Technik. Though I do prefer to drive a Citroen (for emotional reasons) make mine a BMW. Will admit that almost all electrical gear throughout the years is Miele (not Bosch – fine difference), Braun (try and pronounce it correctly) and there is Sony. SONY is posh. I love Sony. My TV (not that I watch any) is a Sony. And recently acquired a new comp screen. A beauty if ever there was one. Yes, a Sony. The Angel who has a screen to rival your local cinema’s conceded that, yes, the colour quality is ace. Just as well since I am going blind. Don’t worry. Not that blind. I can still identify anyone by the way they walk. Ping back to Renee and smells.

Lest Italians among you feel neglected:  Zanussi is fine. I swear by Zanussi. They do white ware which does not rust (unlike Citroens): Fridges, washing machines. Throw in a Lamborghini. Even better:  Shoes. And my landlord – who could pass as a Spaniard on a permanent siesta – is Italian.

When it comes to shoes: Spanish sizing/width is best. Maybe to do with dancing the Flamenco. I have been in love with many shoes in my life but there is one pair (bought in Malaga) I might declare love of my life. OH MY GOD. Those shoes were killers. Pity that shoes wear out. A great sorrow of mine but I do not keep the worn or broken of whatever in my life. But one day, just one day, maybe next time I am in Andalucia, I will find their likeness.

If any of my American readers have no idea what I am talking about it only means one thing: Come and visit the mother continent. You will be dwarfed.

Point of this post? Whatever. Maybe perception of nationalities a good starting point.




  1. I am struggling a bit trying to comprehend this. What I have figured out so far is that you prefer Spanish made shoes, provided they use German electronics. But you don’t get sentimental over them so they get tossed out when the fuel injectors stop working.

    Comment by Looney — July 21, 2013 @ 12:34 | Reply

    • Thank you for that, Looney. Since, in the last few weeks, everyone else is dying around me, at an obscenely young age, will now go and shed even more tears. Why else do you think I hold onto Brands? Mainly Russell. I wish I had mentioned olives. And Feta.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — July 21, 2013 @ 12:54 | Reply

  2. The Mother continent does not stand a chance against the Asian sub continent. Every trader and his uncle has his own trade mark / brand and there are regional brands, national brands, family name brands, multinational brands and I would not be surprised to find even some American brands. The last are struggling to establish MacDonalds and Pizza Hut and so on and the Indian Udupi restaurant and street corner Pav Bhaji walla does not allow them to make the kind of profits that they are used to. I deliberately use Indian brands unless good ones are not available, like my Samsung phone or a Mac computer.

    Comment by Rummuser — July 21, 2013 @ 14:10 | Reply

    • Yes, Ramana. Was thinking of you and the subcontinent as I was typing. Somehow couldn’t quite weave it into the narrative. There are many Indian spices in my cupboard. And call centers (not in miy cupboard).

      I won’t give damning verdict on Pizza since the Angel is tremendously fond of pizza. My one solace that anything tomato is good for men.

      McDonalds? Well. Let’s just say that once upon a time – and I hang my head in shame – I worked for a company closely involved in erecting them all over England. Not my finest hour. Though will say that McDonald’s French Fries are unrivalled. So, yes, if you are looking for me don’t waste your time in a fast food outlet. You won’t find me. Which reminds me: What’s happened to the Mango you promised me?


      Comment by bitchontheblog — July 21, 2013 @ 14:26 | Reply

      • You no longer stay in the address that I had two years ago. I emailed to you asking you for it so that I could get it delivered through my protege and friend Sandeep and the season went by without my getting any response from you. Next year, if you let me have your address. Someone or the other from my extended family and circle of friends in the UK will arrange for it to be delivered to you in the peak of the season.

        Comment by Rummuser — July 21, 2013 @ 14:47 | Reply

  3. When it comes to washing machines, I swear by Indesit (another Italian brand). We’ve had three Indesits and they’ve been incredibly reliable and long-lasting (the first lasted over 20 years).

    I suppose we all have our favourite brands, and not just the famous ones but the obscure local ones as well. But my really favourite brands are actually writers and artists and musicians, who do a lot more for my well-being than a washing machine or a pair of shoes, functional as they may be.

    Comment by Nick — July 21, 2013 @ 21:33 | Reply

    • A Jackson Pollock in the wringer as I write. I am sure it’ll all come out in the wash.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — July 22, 2013 @ 00:04 | Reply

  4. OK, I’m coming over. I don’t know Persil or Indesit and the Royal Baby is all the rage. So if I make it to London you’ll have to explain.

    Comment by reneejohnsonwrites — July 23, 2013 @ 01:38 | Reply

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