Toilets
Toilets are weird half public/half private spaces. All sorts of stuff goes on in them. They are devious entrances and exits from venues, places to have sex, to snort drugs or even, get this, to defecate. Tell us your favourite toilet stories.
( , Fri 2 Sep 2005, 11:11)
Toilets are weird half public/half private spaces. All sorts of stuff goes on in them. They are devious entrances and exits from venues, places to have sex, to snort drugs or even, get this, to defecate. Tell us your favourite toilet stories.
( , Fri 2 Sep 2005, 11:11)
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morocco toilets are famously bad, i blame the french influence (on a trip to paris I stopped at a granada-like service station. they still had a hole-in-the-ground for those older, more nostalgic frenchies)
on a coach to marrakech, we stopped for a loo break, where they charged you the equivalent of £3 to crouch over a ceramic hole, behind a door made of woven straw that had all the opaqueness of glass, as a small, toothless, wizened old man leered at you as you pulled your keks down.
about, oh, 60 odd years before, my grandmother was stuck in the same situation (also in morocco), crouching down over a hole surrounded by newpaper. strangely, the paper laid on the floor was her local newspaper back home in blighty. bit bored, she started reading the bit between her feet, and discovered her brother had won the pools.
( , Fri 2 Sep 2005, 13:47, Reply)
morocco toilets are famously bad, i blame the french influence (on a trip to paris I stopped at a granada-like service station. they still had a hole-in-the-ground for those older, more nostalgic frenchies)
on a coach to marrakech, we stopped for a loo break, where they charged you the equivalent of £3 to crouch over a ceramic hole, behind a door made of woven straw that had all the opaqueness of glass, as a small, toothless, wizened old man leered at you as you pulled your keks down.
about, oh, 60 odd years before, my grandmother was stuck in the same situation (also in morocco), crouching down over a hole surrounded by newpaper. strangely, the paper laid on the floor was her local newspaper back home in blighty. bit bored, she started reading the bit between her feet, and discovered her brother had won the pools.
( , Fri 2 Sep 2005, 13:47, Reply)
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