I cannot grasp the enduring popularity of these loos. You know the ones I mean? Deep inaccessible well, too close to the front with that scary wide plateau behind which has been subversively coated with a non-slip surface. They seem to be popular round here.
I’d rather go behind a bush any day!
Another question that never fails to amuse me, is the one I ponder for a brief fraction of a second at the roadside. Do I spend valuable seconds struggling out of my HIGH VISIBILTY vest (in addition to fumbling to prop up the bike/secure the front wheel etc) to gain a shred more privacy behind said bush (less foliage these days) or do I err in favour of the extra time gained? The decision so far is to favour the extra second, shut my eyes and pretend that I am invisible… the way I did, aged 3, with my mother’s pot of vanishing cream and a memorable dinner party.
…….. 24 seconds is about my record…..