Isle of Wight, Morocco and Bill Oddie
Disgusting public toilets somewhere on the Isle of Wight, desperate for a shite. Did the deed, discovered there was no bog roll. After 10 nerve-wracking minutes of wondering what I was going to do I had the genius idea of ripping up the cardboard tube and using that instead, worked surprisingly well. I didn't hang around to see if it flushed or not.

Small Berber village somewhere in the Atlas mountains, Morocco. The toilet, although porcelain, was basically just a platform to stand on to shit in a small hole, flushed using a bucket of water. Not wanting to crouch too close to it I did a semi crouch and missed. Had to wipe/smear the bulk of my sticky shit off of the foot plate. After a whole lifetime of shitting you presume that you get quite good at it, I was very disappointed by my aim that day.

Same trip, in the cubicle at Marrakech airport, getting changed. Loud knock on the door shortly followed by a soggy filthy mop being thrust under the door by an impatient cleaner, damn near knocked me over.

Oh yeah and Bill Oddie once held a toilet door open for me. True story.
(smuj83, Fri 2 Sep 2005, 12:02, Reply)