2001 Why is it that when in London Town checking out a wealth of medieval history
that the only way one can relieve oneself of ones own bodily water is to
do it the medieval way? In these sad days one can become totally unstuck
in the best of times. Even the most proudest of places declare 'Access
Denied' on their facilities, leaving the distressed traveller in a
deplorable
state of dire straits. Often there's nowhere. Nothing at all. Nothing
available for the bursting tourist in desperation. Then sometimes there
maybe provisions of such grotesque inadequacy or indecency that one finds
that matters in hand may be inoperable.
But it hasnt always been like this. Sure, it was yet again those resourceful
victorian ideologists that gave London its drains and sewer systems, as well
Nowadays, most of the great Public Lavatories of London have been closed.
With no real replacement. Its awful. The only places one can sneak into
are mostly cess pits of manure. Its all a trait of trendy animalism, no
Wherefore art thou Public Bog? We desperately need the return of this
Well, here's what the hell next. Here is
London's destruction at it's greatest. London, formerly the centre of the
2023 And then what about the ladies? A free to enter ladies facility on every street corner say I, with a multitude of cubicles. It's the right thing to do.
Charles (of London Town)
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as a cavalcade of public dispensing units that would facilitate ones
personal offload in the most well satisfying of great experiences. These
multiple multi magnifique contradicting contrasting convenient
convenience strategically frameworked London with its most delicate of
emergency services, with a clean compiment of equipment, and the secure
presence of a resident attendant. It was worth every ounce of the penny
well spent. Yes indeed, it was a very dignified affair, usually conducted
underground, amongst polished brass and tiles, and the smell of
hydrochloric. Then one would ascend to street level, renewed, with a spring
in the step, ready for anything.
doubt. Recent excuses for rest rooms include the 'Superloo': An automated
free standing toilet usually situated in crowded areas, Or the Urinal:
A sort of Parisian vagrancy act of fouling the footpath. Neither efforts
belong in civilisation, and are an insult to the people. Especially the
Superloo, a death trap amongst bathrooms, these robotic fiends have an
electronic door that may open onto the public gaze mid-flow; or even worse
might trap you forever; but the killer option must be its timed cleaning
programme, which has the capacity to bleach blast the trapped occupant in
error. These instruments of torture should be should be confined to the
dungeon where they belong
essential part of our day to day infrastructure. But the inhumane cutbacks
have ensured that we all suffer unless we can secure a place to withdraw.
Its such an insult to be provided with the occasional obligatory
contraption, and a joke to attempt to use it. I've even heard of unisex
urinals in the offing. Ladies all in a row trying to crouch over a big
bowl. I can't believe it. What the hell next???
world's polite and dignified society, has now been forced into the low euro
standards of public indecency. Yes folks, the Street Urinal.
It's 2003, and
around town, as the evening wears on, smelly urinal blocks hydraulically rise
up from the pavement. I've seen these in action, as London's lowlife stand
in full view of ladies and relieve themselves, officially. This legalised
vagrancy is one of the most ghastliest sights i've seen in London, the
perfect example of how we now have to suffer degrading acts copied from
non civilised Europeans.