Coerced?!!! Said forumite offered and I originally declined...ahem...generous offer and went off to the gents with the barmaid instead (oh God, not sure which sounds worse!). However, the dryer was positioned too high up the wall, and being a mere hobbit my drenched legs could not reach. Lovely barmaid tried to hoist me up, but, as heavily pregnant - couldn't. I then jumped up onto a little window cill adjacent to the dryer to see if I could swing my soaked legs round towards the dryer...but the cill had a downhill gradient to it causing me to slide off and crash to the floor. Now bruised as well as wet, it was only then, out of sheer desperation (and remember I was SOAKED...I looked as though I had p1ssed myself) that I reluctantly accepted your original offer and ultimately sought your "assistance". A competent fireman's lift from you in the direction of the dryer would have me sorted me out in no time...Ha! Call that a lift? Your scarcely got me off the ground! It was only...and ONLY...at that point that I caved in and accepted a "piggy-back" instead as a last-ditch attempt to get dried. Alas that didn't work either...hysterical laughter from both fireman and hobbit put paid to that. Oh, and in case anyone is wondering why the gents toilets? It was because the ladies' loo did not have a dryer (only paper towels). Dear God...what a night!