The grimness of public toilets
They are indeed quite, quite grim.

I had the misfortune to crimp one off in St Johns Market toilets, the ones that are one the top floor with Virgin Records. One time there was one bloke trying to arrange a meet for some “bum fun” in the next cubicle, which was pretty horrific. Fortunately I managed to finish off my dump or they left and got disturbed by other people wanting to use the facilities.

Another time in the same toilets, I became the unwitting contributor to “Nesting”. I really needed to go and therefore had no other alternative but to add my own cable to the cable that was already there sitting in a nest of toilet paper. Fuck knows what the next person must have thought when I exited the toilets.

The worst toilets I gave ever witnessed are at a rock night gaff called “The Krazyhouse”. Now, when you first show up the toilets are relatively clean. And then more and more people show up inevitably using the facilities and it becomes a fucking evil stinking cess pool in there. Combined with the inadequate ventilation which causes sauna like conditions (even in the middle of winter) in the whole of the building, it can get really fucking rank. And, don’t you just hate the dirty bastards that piss on toilet rolls?

One time while having a leak, there was a pretty impressive pool of “vom” in the urinal. A guy having a leak like myself chirped up “Good god, look at that…someone has actually left behind an entire intestine in here!!”

I can’t blame people for having a fear of having a dump in public toilets, and prefer to lay cable in the privacy of their own home toilets.

Utterly, utterly grim…

(woo hooo! I stuck to the point!!)
(Panteneman Isn't entirely sure why he bothered on, Mon 5 Sep 2005, 20:14, Reply)