ToiletsToilets 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.
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chthonic, Fri 2 Sep 2005, 11:11)
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SkeletorBack in the day, a friend was doing promotions & PR for a notable Mancunian cultural establishment. It seems that about 50% of this promotional "work" involved going on lavish jollies which were organised by similar folk.
'Twas on such an occasion that she found herself in the executive suite at Old Trafford, being wined and dined along with the great and the good.
While her BF was staring goggle eyed at the proceedings on the pitch, she took herself off to powder her nose.
The toilets in the executive suite were as clean and glamorous as the rest of the surroundings, but the experience was marred by the monstrous honking, chuffing and parping noises coming from one of the cubicles.
Finally, the noises ceased and the door opened.
Who should emerge, grinning like a cat with a strawberry-flavoured arse? Posh Spice! (as she was called at the time).
"I wouldn't have thought she ate enough to *need* to poo!", was my corresponent's comment.
(, Wed 7 Sep 2005, 7:10, Reply)
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