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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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Scared the crap out of me
Being a commuter with a habit of getting caned on schoolnights, I often find myself having to use the facilities at Victoria station on the way to work in the mornings.

I know the Government seems to want to encourage cottaging by decriminalising it, but personally I find predatory homosexuality in the toilets of one of the capital's major railway stations at 8.15am to be a bit beyond the pale. How are you supposed to crack the bowl in comfort when people keep knocking on the door and asking if you would like company? Anyway, I digress.

One morning while emptying my bowels of a particularly noxious substance which seemed to resemble gravy being pumped through a firehose, I took a breath (a potentially fatal mistake) grabbed a piece of bog paper to wipe the beads of sweat of my forehead and settled down.

In the pause, I noticed a slight movement by foot. It seemed that during my efforts to expel foulness I had had an audience of a single perv who had been watching me by holding a mirror under the partition between cubicles.

I immediately kicked the mirror as hard as I could with the witty reply of 'Fuck you fucking bender'. Potentially not the wisest thing to say but I was a little, well, distracted.

I was incredibly angry and, had I not been rendered unable to go and adminster a sound leathering by the fact that I had a shitty arse and my trousers around my ankles, would have been out of that trap like a flash.

Once I had finished I spent the next few minutes stomping around the toilets looking for someone to kill. For once the predatory queens did not look at me with quizzical interest as I growled around looking for the sicko who I felt had violated me.

Thinking about it , I suppose the perv's got a good racket going on there. I mean who's willing to rush out without wiping?

NB// I actually like gay men. They dress better than us straights and are great fun to get drunk with. I just resent having to drop the kids off at the pool while trying to convince them I am in a toliet to have a dump and not for some rought trade.

Oh well.
(, Sat 3 Sep 2005, 22:35, Reply)

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