Some will remember 2017 as the year that a Theresa May flushed away a perfectly good majority with by using an electoral campaign slogan that sounded like a bog roll advert. Others will remember as the year that the slang term ‘voting for a president’ took on another meaning. For me, 2017 will always be the year that I used a brand new unsullied toilet not once but twice! The first new convenience was reviewed in pt58 of this esteemed journal, my second experience of freshly baked porcelain took place in a village called Apsley deep in the bowels of Hertfordshire.
While on a tour or a new office building, I realised that the brand new offices had brand new toilets and despite the fact that I had only drank 1/2 cup of water since my last visit to the bathroom, it was too good an opportunity to miss. This toilet was so new that the builders had not even removed the protective cladding from the tiles, thankfully the sink and urinal had been plumbed in. Despite the lack of light (unfinished business?), I managed to squeeze out a (whatever the Hertfordshire slang term for a Jimmy Riddle is) and avoid splashing the floor, before washing my hands and drying them. An unfulfilling experience, sometimes being the first is not the best!
As reviewed by Walter Closet