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Hugo Harrison's avatar

Ah the details!! Can't wait to see the book, Tim - and would be fascinated to see some photos of your set-ups.

Julian Barker's avatar

We have the one we bought when we bought our first flat 30 years ago. It is awful - cheap pine, ugly legs, top moves a bit - but obviously I love it and will be laid out on it when the time comes.

Tim Hayward's avatar

Shhhhhhh! What ever will people think???

Ruth Watson's avatar

I have my mother’s early 60s lilac Formica table in our store, waiting for me to spruce it up. The odd thing is that it’s neither drop-leaf nor does it have a spindly frame with angled- out legs. Instead it’s solid farmhouse style and seats 6-8. Can’t see anything similar online. Odd.

Tim Hayward's avatar

My grandfather who was a keen DIYer went through a phase of sticking sheet Formica to everything. I still remember how you had to ‘cut’ it (Stanleyknife and snap) and how it was stuck on with Evo-stick (two layers, let them dry before laying on the sheet). I bet that under the purple Formica, there’s a lovely old table that someone once felt the need to ‘improve’.

(My Nan, BTW favoured Fablon. The brightening Wonder-material aka ‘Stickyback Plastic’)

Ruth Watson's avatar

I’m going to give it a good examination. It’s definitely Formica not Fablon, although I remember that grim plastification only too well. Note books, doors, you name it. And, can’t believe it, but my husband has just told me he worked in the factory at Willington Quay as an Applications Engineer testing it met British Standards! I am gob-smacked.

Tim Hayward's avatar

OMG! That’s unbelievable. I see a Fablon rabbithole yawning open to welcome us.

Ruth Watson's avatar

How could I have lived with a Fablon expert for 50 years and not known. Flabbergasted.

Ruth Watson's avatar

He was only 19 btw

Helena C's avatar

That wasn't a UTI, that was an STI lol. Erythromycin is used to treat those but has limited efficacy against the former.

Sam Kilgour's avatar

Nostalgic thoughts of the Formica of my childhood: one of my grandparent’s houses had a cheery blue, the other a depressing brown. And then church halls, and school, and a favourite greasy spoon. Quite the journey through time.