I have more glamorous globe-trotting tales with which to regale you.
Yesterday morning, I was taking a leisurely – though urgent – poo in Bologne airport when someone in another trap flushed their toilet. At it flushed, sustained flecks of water from my own pan shot upwards towards my sallow, hair-specked buttocks. I hadn’t yet finished and for the ensuing five or so minutes, every time a toilet flushed, I was splattered with fecal-infested water.
It pretty much ruined my entire day :-(
Is this an Italian thing, or just bad plumbing?
Occupational hazard of cottaging dear boy
Public shitting ends in tears. Quelle surprise.
This is animal behaviour.
I wholeheartedly agree and normally try to avoid at every cost.
I blame the funky smelling orange juice served by BA.
Rather in an airport than on a plane, though, surely?
but your biscuits were still in their wrappers, right?
Neither an airport nor an aircraft.
If you can't control your bowels for a few hours you should see a doctor.
What? Despite the tatters you made of your bowels you didn't have to take a dump on a 12-hour flight
Did you bind yourself up with Kaolin and morphine or something?
No, I did not. I simply took responsibility for my colon.
Do you people have no control? Do you simply **** where you stand?
What if you have been out the night before.
Out out, as in bang on it out.
I had to run off a bus in Stamford Hill once such was the uncontrollable urge.
Also, I suspect regular prescribing of Laudanum tinctures from the apothecary plays a part