Toilet Snobbery Are you a toilet snob?? Does a shitter have to be 24 carat gold with diamonds inside the seat before your arse will grace it? Would you dump in a public bog?? What are the lengths you have been to to relieve yourselves....?? I'm not so fussy, but like others there are SOME bogs that I wouldnt use unless absolutley necessary. I remember I once had to sprint from Jesmond to BHS....just made it DISCUSS
Re: Toilet Snobbery If you need a shite than you need a shite sometimes you can not afford to be a toilet snob i have to say though i dread taking a shite at either a festival or when your out on the lash abroad, the state of some of the toilets in the west end in Ibiza are enough to make u puke its hold ur nose time as u curl a one out
After going in the portaloos on monday morning after 6 days at glastonbury i can say ive survied probably the worst. As long as the seat has nothing on it then it is normally good enough to use
Both of my worst toileting experienced have been while living in India last year. In most places men just stop and pee wherever they are and women's public loo's don't exist and if they are they are mingin. The worst one was when i was in the city where i worked and we had been out at a "club" (using that phrase loosely) I was dying for a pee afterwards but couldnt find a loo and we had to wait ages for our lift home. We went for a pizza but they didnt have a loo although they pointed me in the direction of one. By this time i was willing to pee in the street but i couldnt cus there was too many men around. I found this "public loo"/hole in the ground in a little cubicle thing and uuurrgghhh it was the most disgusting thing i'd ever been in...shit all over and up the walls and the smell....ugh...and by that point i was used to smells from working in the slums in the heat of the indian summer. I can't even find the words to say how bad it was. The other one was a stop off during a long bus journey. It was a womens urinal....basically a shallow pit where women would just lift their saris and pee together....they charged me 3 rupees to get in and i didnt go in the end...i held it in for another 9 hours Joe (smartE)'s mum came over to visit me while i was there and we caught a train to Goa where she had a lovely meal of Goan mussels masala. She spent the following 12 hour train journey fertlising the track from Goa to our next stop. The toilets on the train are just a hole in the floor and you see the track whizzing below you as you crouch down. Indian toilet experiences
I wasn't best pleased like, I had to hold mine in and walk half way up the callcentre because it was stinking.
