Transcontinental train toilet terror
Imagine if you will a packed Indian train, the usual images of 200% loading capacity and people with bags and goats on the roof will suffice. Imagine then, a carriage toilet which consists of a sort of half stable door and a hole onto the tracks whizzing below. Picture the poor English traveller who having glanced at the filth slimed floor of said toilet decides to try to hang on in the face of increasingly painful stomach cramps and if not a turtle's head then something much wetter tapping at the back door. Take a moment to savour the flash of inspiration in which this desperate traveller runs into the bog of doom and cunningly, nay artfully, pops his shorts onto his head lest they be soiled by the evil floor.At last relax with the traveller as he lets go his troublesome load just as the train enters a tunnel. There is a Whoosh. The inrushing air fires the contents of his bowels and assorted gunge playfully up his back, into his hair and, of course, onto his shorts.He returns, bedraggled, to his seat- where he is sniffed at and generally glared at by his tightly packed fellow passengers. True story. Luckily it wasn't me.
( Infidel , shit and wrong, Sat 31 May 2008, 15:20, Reply)