The Mixmaster

This piece of standard kitchen equipment growing up I knew of as a Mixmaster.

When you think about it, truly it wasn't going to be dubbed a Mixmistress was it (that's rhetorical).

Ho ho ho what? A mistress? You're kidding. Get real. What will we call this equipment? A...Mixmaster. How masterly. Mixing it with...the masterliness of the Great Masters perhaps. Well, we all know who they are. Blokes who paint.

Great Mistresses? O, I don't think so.

That Mixmistress is great help, isn't it Mrs Everywoman? Crikey, yes, Kanga, I don't know how I got on before I had a Mixmistress.

No, that won't work. Not the machine (that will work whatever it is called).

Let's market it by its full title. Let's encourage "a Sunbeam Mixmaster"...o sunshiney dayyyyyy, mix...mix...mix...morning until noon, perhaps the night.

Crikey. (Whistling off camera...fades...)

Bystander1: She's been around a few blocks

Bystander2: Sure she has been.