And if you must go to work tomorrow, well, if I were you I really wouldn’t bother

[venta]

Morning all, I'm back at work. I've been more than usually offline this Christmas, so you are in fact spared the remainder of my nth-day-of-Christmas write-ups. I had a nice relaxed time at home, a fun Christmas, and a really good new year. There, that was much less painful than a screed of backdated entries, now, wasn't it ?

If anyone's desperately curious about the disconcerting toilets marjory and I found in Darlington's nicest pub, about the fun of reading books on the M1, the details of just how many variations there are in Mini Cooper wheels, or about the confusion of trying to cook a new year's eve roast dinner in an oven which appears to lie about its temperature they can apply to the usual address for details. Similarly, if anyone's posted anything on their journal in the last ten days or so which they really think they want or need me to see, they should tell me about it.

Most importantly, of course, The Calendar is dead. Long live The Calendar! This year irregular doses of trivia will brought to this journal via the Schott's Original Miscellany 2005 Calendar.

Comments

[lathany.livejournal.com]

If anyone's desperately curious about the disconcerting toilets marjory and I found in Darlington's nicest pub

I wouldn't say "desperately", but I'm mildly curious.

[venta.livejournal.com]

They're fitted with what is (I suppose) intended to be a mechanism for hygienically disinfecting the seat between uses. However...

I wander into the cubicle, noticing that the seat is up (unusual in the ladies'). I put it down. I pause to undo my jeans, and am slightly surprised to see the seat fold itself up again, spraying a misty cloud of disinfectant over the seat, the surrounding area, and me. I put the seat down again, it tries to fold up, so I sit on it to stop it getting ideas. It is, of course, covered in wet disinfectant. As soon as I stand up, it folds up again, smugly, with another cloud sprayed all over everywhere and, since I failed to leap violently backwards in time, all over me.

I can't help thinking that plan was better in concept than execution.

[lathany.livejournal.com]

That's down right disturbing.

[eostar.livejournal.com]

It's germ warfare :p

Gardez Loo!

[marjory.livejournal.com]

However, they were delightfully 'cabinet-built' in conception, like something that you would expect to have found on a cruise-liner circa 1879.

It reminded me of a poor (wo)man's Krypton Factor in execution, which is not something one needs in a lavatory.

Playing 'Pollyanna's Glad Game', I would have to concede that my hands and haunches did indeed become temporarily exceedingly non-biotic as a result.

The Quaker is bloomin' marvellous, though! Thanks for introducing me to it!