I confess...

Eating durian?

My uncle and auntie discovered that their downstairs shitter had just been emptying into the wall.void for 20 years

My flat is pretty open plan (!) so that's basically the set up I have. I'm just grateful I have a door to the bathroom - my friend has a sliding glass door between bathroom and living room.

Well. At least you can tell they're washing their hands after.

We lived in a ground floor flat where the the 1st floor guy had blocked the soil pipe somewhere just before it hit the sewer, and all his erm... 'waste' just flowed into the the space below our floorboards and into the ground.

I only discovered when we moved out and the landlord looked to investigate the rising damp in the corner of the house where it had all collected.

I was going to tell you about our loft extension toilet pipe being routed to a soak away rather than the sewer, but you’ve won.

I've stayed in a fair few hotels in the far east with glass walled bathrooms. Fortunately I've always been travelling by myself but I've heard plenty of tales of couples and mates who have had the same thing.

Regulars at Souths will remember the new-build flats opposite the C&H. One of the flats on something like the 4th floor seemed to have had the frosted bathroom glass installed the wrong way round. A combination of back lighting and water on the glass made it transparent when the guy took a shower, which he seemed to do every Monday at around 8pm. Needless to say, attendance at Souths peaked during that period.

Either he moved flats or the area attracts exhibitionists/displays of dominance... Just around the corner from C&H there's a glass fronted flat opposite the Ellerslie Square Industrial Estate entrance/exit that regularly has a naked man displaying.
When leaving the gate at around 5pm, I look left, I pan to the right and there he is towelling off in front of the world.

That would freak out the guys I know who work at Fulham Timber...

I used to work opposite St Martin's Hotel. Full on nudity and shagging often had the office rushing to the front windows

in previous life i worked in an office on Clipstone street that had a central atrium like fire escape. a gentleman's art production company had their office on the ground floor. more than once we were treated to them using the fire escape stairwell as a filming set. it was a lot less intriguing and glamorous than it sounds.

dirty buggers.

Our landlord mentioned some older buildings in Belfast literally discharged the toilet water into the back garden. He had to dig one up during his days as an architect.

Yummy.

We stayed in a hotel in Amsterdam with a glass partition with the shower/bathroom a few years ago. Double bed, glass wall...bathroom...

Let's just say the sound isolation properties of glass are near 0 and every toilet visit turned into an audible performance that could be enjoyed to the very last rip of the toilet paper sheets for the other half.

It is impossible rip a sheet off the kitchen roll I use at any speed without creating a loud farting sound effect which I'm worried my neighbours can hear as is the sound of me emptying the tank of the dehumidifier into the sink.

Nothing says romance like looking your partner directly in the eyes while doing a poo! I don't know why they're so popular here. Or just no walls at all! I stayed in a love hotel recently and there was a giant circular bathtub in the middle of the room, a swing next to an artificial lavender field in one corner of the room, and then no door or anything at all to the bathroom. There were mirrors everywhere too, it was like doing a poo in a lavender-themed fun house.

it was like doing a poo in a lavender-themed fun house.

If I installed a toilet in the centre of my bike storage, this would be the effect.

We had that at a hotel in Singapore a few years back, big glass partition with the bed on one side and the crapper on the other... Bizarre...

Mrs hell gave me a scented candle to put in my office. i love it! it's like working in a camphor and sandlewood scented shangri-la of my very own.

not that i'll ever forgive her for the pass/ag hint dropping, mind.

We still talking about poo since greenhell's post 6 days ago?

what can i say. i have a sensitive nose. feeding the cat makes me heave.

no euph.

Cream of chicken Cup-a-Soup... Haven't had it in years, had a craving for it the other week when I was sick and now I can smash four sachets in a day no problem... Evil, delicious muck...

Tears of laughter watching bake off. The guilty pleasure of watching other people’s misfortune, even worse because I like making cakes but am not gifted at producing pretty ones.

i'm 35 but when i go upstairs I still bound on all fours like a dog, child, or macaque

I respect that.

Sat in a bus shelter having a cuppa and cake mid-ride with a club mate I found the seat was high enough to swing my feet. I used to love doing that as a child and realised at fifty(mumble, mumble) I still do.
[Note to self; include that bus shelter in as many rides as possible]