I've updated it as it kind of underlines what I said about Richard but also highlights me as being a bit of a toilet crank as well.
*WARNING* there are some scatological references.
HERE (Note: this link takes us to an earlier post Richard wrote but has gone since he deleted his entire blog a couple of years ago)
I think that it is a good thing to be alone while doing your business, especially if you are a man. Women seem to have a different view on the matter as anyone who shares a house with a woman will attest to. They think nothing of coming in and peeing when you are in the shower, in the bath or standing at the basin. Thankfully this is confined to peeing.
Richard mentions men standing at urinals. While I'm not one of those people who freeze up and cannot pee when standing at a public urinal (you see the poor bastards at busy venues like sporting events, bars etc), I still don't like doing so. I don't relish standing next to some yob splashing away while I'm peeing thank you very much. Why on earth the manufacturers and installers think we do is anyones guess.
I like the toilets where there are individual urinals or pissoirs separated by a wall or something. How difficult is that to build?
I don't think the designer ones are very funny. They say a lot about the strange minds of the designers.
|Designer with no respect for women|
|Designer with a fetish|
|Designer who plays for the other team|
.And one for Robert:
As for taking a crap I have some simple rules:
1. Do it at home
2. Do it at home when you don't have guests around
3. Never do it while visiting at other peoples houses.
4. Never do it at work or when out unless it is an emergency
5. Avoid staying at anyone else's house unless they have at least 3 bathrooms/toilets.
Years ago when attending a folk festival north of Wanganui somewhere in the Para Paras at a camp the ablutions facilities were pretty primitive. There were hundreds of people (folkies, hippies and strange dudes - Richard was there) and only a few toilets all lined up in a row (the days before port-a-loos) and with NO BLOODY DOORS! People would sit down, have a crap, do the follow-up stuff all within sight of the people milling about in the general area. The festival was for 3 days or more. Needless to say I did not go. I held it in. I persevered.
Driving back from Wanganui we took a detour to go to Mangaweka to stay at Roger's parents holiday house. After 3 or 4 days choosing to not go to the toilet I strangely was constipated. At a shop I bought several packets of Quick-Eze a type of indigestion chewable lolly. I ate the lot while driving. Nearing Mangaweka I had that "Oh, oh, oh no..." feeling and clenched my buttocks, knees and everything I could whilst driving. Richard was in the back seat and may remember this. On arrival at the holiday house I broke rules 1, 3 and 5 and raced through to the bog at the back of the house.