Justice for Leeds

Because of where I was yesterday, my journey home included a brief sojourn on Leeds station. This is a place about which I have expressed certain criticisms in the past; and so, conscious as I am of my reputation for scrupulous fair-mindednss, I feel duty bound to tell of something I encountered there, which I had come to believe did not exist: I mean an air-gushing hand-dryer that does actually dry the hands in less than the time it would take to run out to the shops and buy oneself a towel. Every one of these machines that I've ever come across shares the following two properties: it has a hole from which the warm(ish) air comes out on to your hands; you need a lot of time if you're to witness it getting to the end of the process for which it was supposedly made. In one of the gents' toilets on Leeds station, they now have something different: this has a space which encloses your hands; and the air comes out hot and fast. It dries them in a matter of seconds. Whaddya know! Next up, a cure for the common cold.