Wednesday, August 10, 2011

And so potty blog comes to the end.




  1. I wish blogs had been around when I was in college. The H Staircase New Court lavatories (my local - only four sets of stone stairs down from my room, and you were dissuaded from pissing out of the window by the death of one of your mates doing so while drunk in the first year) were a constant source of enjoyment, being the equivalent of JK Rowling's Glasgow cafe for Douglas Adams (you could occasionally find notes scribbled on scraps of toilet paper saying how miserable he was and wishing he was a robot) while the standard of graffiti was worth a starred first in anybody's CV ("Too much graffiti makes the tiles fall out" being the punchline to one memorable call and response sequence) and there was always the possibility of wandering in to find the now Chairman of Her Majesty's Customs and Excise excoriating a tourist who had mistaken the facilities as being for public use, in a Shakespearean manner (it's not just Brian and me) enhanced by his broad Geordie accent which made him unintelligible to 99% of the Earth's population.

    Pep (thinks nostalgia ain't what it used to be.)

  2. It's stories like this that make "us" wistful for England.

    I got nuttin' like this.

  3. I just went to the original potty blogger site. Oooooh! This looks like fun.
    /me ponders the implications in typing those sentences. hm. Oh well!

  4. I don't stage many performances in the bathroom. Perhaps I'm overlooking a viable venue.


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