Shamefully, I did this
In a Glastonbury trap. No seat lid obviously, but I stumbled in, smashed, just as a poor cleaner stumbled out looking traumatised. I went in and it was a specimen of perfection – for a Glasto bog.

I was still decidedly anti-touch the toilet so decided to do ‘the hover’. This requires some good starfish aim and I wasn’t up to it. The death that emerged simply splatted onto the rim behind the seat, and there it stayed.

I feel doubly guilty for this one: the number of days I ruined when people ventured inside; the possible covering some worse for wear individual got when they sat, and the cleaner who had only just finished making that thing fit for dogs.
( Rookie You'll have to speak up, I'm wearing a towel, Fri 15 Jan 2010, 11:56, Reply)