So I'm in a public toilets outside Walthamstow's nice park.
I sit down, do my thing, and start reading the walls. It reads like a Jerkcity strip only without the irony or humour..."I like sucking but not so much fucking, being fucked is OK..." and "We had five guys in this cubicle once cum flying everywhere" and so forth. I'm getting slightly disturbed by all these charming little notes and so I zip up and get ready to leave in a semi-hurry.

I hear a noise in the cubicle next to me, and the lid of a toilet seat going down. The next thing I see is the head of the biggest black man I ever saw peeking over the top of the cubicle at me. He raises an eyebrow, and I shake my head quickly and run out of the cubicle, out into the, umm, park. Scared the bejesus out of me.

It should be noted that I dress mainly in purple and black, so I probably looked like I was into the homosex. Which I am, incidentally, just not in public toilets, from burly, black strangers.

I quite liked the graffiti I read on the toilet door of a supermarket in Spain, though. It said "!23cm! ;)" and a phone number. I was tempted to call that and go "Blimey, you've got a long nose" but I reasoned that, it being in Spain, the guy was probably spanish and wouldn't get it. *sigh*.
( Reid got it going on like Donkey Kong, Sat 3 Sep 2005, 1:03, Reply)