Oh dear God, not another one. Or, Thai toilets and flip flops don't mix...
I thought I'd struggle this week. Turns out not...

My Dad, bless 'im, regularly trots this one out. He is married to Thai, and spent a fair bit of time in the country. So he's familiar enough with some of the shitholes ('scuse pun) that pass for temples of defeacation.

On a boat trip, he was caught short, and headed off to finds the bogs, hoping that as it's a fairly nice boat, western style crappers are the order of the day.

No. Deary me, that would be too much to ask. On locating the toilet (which was through the kitchen and to the left - Health and Safety anyone?) he was dismayed to see it was the traditional hole in the ground, with a jug and a bucket of water nearby for flushing purposes.

Oh, and the floor was wet. Hm. He's wearing cotton trousers and flip flops.

So my Dad, being a resourceful fellow in these situations, thought he would remove his trousers and hang them on the door, so as not to get them utterly soaked. Having done that, he took up the customary position and braced himself.

What happened next was not the hoped for blessed relief of the bomb bay doors opening. No, what happened next was that his feet slipped from underneath him, and down into the hole he went, stuck fast and unable to get himself back into an upright position. His exact words to me were, "I was stuck there, splashing and farting in this hole, and the more I struggled, the more I pissed myself laughing, all the while thinking I hope someone doesn't need to use the loo, cos I can't get out".

Thanks Dad, for that mental image, and also for making me choke on my pint when you first told me that tale.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Thu 27 Mar 2008, 19:24, Reply)