I thought your figure was a bit high for a bath, Tommy, so I did a search. Here is an account from a Mr Peter Johnson. Of Edmonton.
This is the link. http://www.1900s.org.uk/public-baths.htm
Thanks for posting your memories anyway.
At the side of the Town Hall in Edmonton was a door with Slipper Baths carved into its stone lintel. This was the entrance to our public baths, but I have no idea why it had that name.
When I went, I would take clean vest, pants and socks with me to change into after my bath, and take the dirty ones home with me to be washed. It was common practice in those day to change one's underwear only once a week.
Through the main door was a pay kiosk where you could buy a first class ticket for ninepence or a second class ticket for sixpence. The tickets had a number on. The differences were that the first class cubicles were separate from the second class ones and you got two towels instead of one plus a scoop of bath salts. The second classes were given only one towel. I paid sixpence.
Both classes were given a small piece of soap which was green and hard, and which produced very few bubbles. You could see that it had been cut from a large block. That's all there was during the war. There was no such thing as toilet soap.
This green soap was also used to wash hair as there was no shampoo available during rationing years. If you got this soap in your eyes it made you cry with the pain. It was only after rationing ended that fancy smelling soaps came back into the shops. A little later shampoo appeared, but many people continued to use ordinary soap as I did up to 1954 in the army.
The attendant would collect any small pieces of soap that were left in the cubicles. It was common knowledge that these pieces were melted down in a pan over a gas ring and re-cycled into 'new soap'. Most people took these pieces of soap home with them. My mother would melt them down, pour the liquid soap into a fairy cake tray and then use this soap to wash our clothes. The common saying at that time was "waste not want not".
Up the stairs were separate benches for the first and second classes. There you sat and waited for the number on your ticket to be called.
The bath was a giant rolled top iron one that you could float in. The water was piping hot and the whole building was filled with steam and the sounds of men singing.
There were no plugs in the bath. The attendant turned a knob on the outside wall to empty it. This prevented anyone from continually running in fresh hot water. When you had finished, you called out your cubicle number and the attendant opened the tap to let out the water.
When you came out afterwards into the fresh air, you felt on top of the world and about 5 lbs lighter.