- The joys of a good dunny
One of the redeeming features of pretty much living in a client’s office for the last 5 weeks has been the top quality bog they have here.
Honed stone tile lined floors and walls, floor to ceiling doors. Excellent ventilation, swan’s neck paper and with those thick cubicle walls the peace and quiet one needs to enjoy a leisurely crimping.
Added bonus is 3G signal reception despite the stone walls.
Beats the hell out of an other client’s rickety G-Plan cubicles with brown-fingertip paper, half-mast doors and stale air. The cacophony of other peoples’ clatterocket noises and marsh gas air. 🙁 Although nothing beats taking a dump while being paid by the hour 😉
So apart from the great outdoors, what makes a good or bad bog?Posted 8 years ago
Found one lately? Bonus points for public restrooms of merit.derek_starshipMember
Yesterday, I had the misfortune of hearing a colleague practically explode in the next door but one trap. Unbelievable racket. He’s a big lad with an awful lifestyle so I shouldn’t be surprised. He must be married to a fat nurse or somehting.
It reminded me of a visit to a shooting club many moons ago where a guy in the booth next to me was loosing off with a .44 hand cannon and I couldn’t concentrate on my shots.Posted 8 years agoNorthwindSubscriber
It doesn’t take much… Making it to the Weatherspoons pub in Reading town centre after spending 4 days using festival toilets and finding they’re clean, have toilet paper, lights and running water, is absolute paradise.
(though the current Reading long-drop steel box crappers might be horrible but at least they don’t get tipped over and are impossible to set on fire. I’ve used some bad toilets in my time but no amount of bad smells and suspect fluids can compare to watching a row of portaloos explode and fire themselves into the air like rockets using, er, solid fuel.)Posted 8 years ago
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