Toilets around the world pt59 – London Zoo

One hot afternoon in London Zoo, I found myself in need of the loo

Between the monkeys and the insects I found a convenience for a no1 or no2, (which fortunately for the animals they could not view).

The urinal was clean, the floors were too. The bathroom was a credit to the cleaning crew.

The sink was clean, the soap was blue, I quietly did what I had to do.

Then I went to see an emu

As reviewed by Walter Closet
With special thanks to the magnificent Judith Kerr

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Toilets around the world pt58- My toilet, somewhere in London

I am resting my bottom on my very own throne. The frosted glass windows let the sunlight in but prevent my chronically nosey neighbours from peering in when I am dropping the kids at the pool. The bathroom is well lit with LED lights that enable me to read the Sportsshoes.com catalogue. However, as this toilet has a good WiFi signal, I am surfing the internet.

After a pleasant movement, I wipe my marginally skinnier bottom (thank you Sportsshoes.com, how about a freebie pair of Asics) on Tescos Luxury Soft white toilet paper, a mid range toilet paper that fits in well with this mid range part of London.

I then wash my hands with moisturised soap in a square sink, using a square combination tap. To dry my hands I use a towel from the square towel rail with round valves and exit the room; to return to my day.

A pleasant experience, well worth the 6k to get to this moment.

As reviewed by Walter Closet

 


With thanks to Builders Depot, Tile Depot, my brother in law Jonny, Sky Broadband, Soak.com and of course Justin the builder

Toilets around the world pt57 – A water works in the West Midlands

This job to all the finest places, New York, Paris and the West Midlands to name but three. The citizens of this part of the world use recycled rain water to flush their toilets, a nice eco friendly touch. The lavatory bowl is larger than a Londoner is used to. This is not because West Midlanders have derrières the size of Mid Westerners, but because like everything else outside London, you get more for your money.
Unlike Monopoly, I didn’t have to pay £75 for this visit to the water works.
As reviewed by Loo Reed

Toilets around the world Holy Land Special Edition pt 10 – The Western Wall, Jerusalem

Following in the footsteps of King David, Jesus and Madonna, I find myself in the holy city of Jerusalem. No doubt all got caught short at some point, so in my own way I am weeing in the urinal of history.
Israel is a small country, so small that the word Israel does not fit inside Israel on most maps. Despite this, I find myself in the largest public toilet I have ever seen. There are at least 50 thrones here and 3 large banks of urinals. I actually managed to get lost in here trying to find my way out.
These conveniences are clean, considering their size, this must rank alongside Israel’s other great achievements such as the USB flash drive and the 1998 Eurovision Song Contest. They also smell of the same bleach used in every synagogue toilet in the world. This is no coincidence, Deuteronomy Chapter 8 goes over this in detail.
‘And the Lord said unto Moses, go tell the children of Israel to buy Sainsburys floor cleaner to cleanse the conveniences in their houses of worship, the original stuff is fine, the lemon one smells a bit sickly.’
As cleanliness is next to godliness, soap is plentiful and hand drying facilities are decent. A pleasant way to spend a shekel

As reviewed by

Shay Rootayim

Toilets around the world pt56 – Hotel Christian IV, Copenhagen. Denmark

While Britain is still a member of the EU, your intrepid reviewer is exercising her right as an EU citizen to live, work and perform ablutions in 27 other EU counties. Prior to flying here on Easyjet (see Toilets Around the world pt14) your reviewer dined on ‘Special’ chilli chicken and broccoli. This combined with the countless cups of black coffee your reviewer has drunk since getting up at 0400 to catch a flight means that she is busting for a Michael Gove.
The toilets in this hotel have a spartan feel to them. Not Scandinavian minimalism, rather Hertfordshire County Council school building projects of the 1970s. Petrol blue linoleum carpets the floor and the sink is worn from age. The toilet is both low and low tech, but at least it is clean. Having had that large Michael Gove, your reviewer wipes her Boris with the kind of toilet paper that you used to find in pound shops, before Sterling devalued and it became too expensive for pound shops to stock. She then washes her hands on a bar of soap that lathers as easily as Jew baiting comes to Jeremy Corbyn. Your reviewer then goes off look at the headlines in a Danish newspaper and have a cry for her beloved country.

As reviewed by Donna Biggun

Toilets around the world pt55 – Gatwick Airport Arrivals area

The funny habits of Jonny Foreigner  (see previous post) left your reviewer home sick for the traditional British little boys room. Clearly, this sentiment was felt by most of the people on my flight, there was quite a queue to use this convenience. In the end, your reviewer had to sit on a still warm toilet seat, but at least this toilet had a seat. The rest of this visit passed much like the movement, i.e. unremarkably. It’s good to travel but even better to return.
As reviewed by Pepe Le Poo

Toilets around the world pt 54 – Marseilles Airport, France

Like many a man of a certain age, my bowels do not wake up until a certain time of day, even if I have been up for a while to catch a flight. For this reason, I find myself in Marseille international airport, past customs and in desperate need of releasing the hostages (as not taken by Marko from Trapoia).
The trip to the convenience does not start well, the mens room is being cleaned and I am advised to use the ladies conveniences. This fills me with dread, what if an actual lady is sitting on her lady throne next to me and I do something very unladylike next to her. What if my mother in law who is waiting downstairs uses this throne after I have boulliabaissed it. Eventually, I follow another man in to the toilets which despite frequent visits to Hampstead Heath is a first for me. To my horror, I discover that this toilet has no seat. Normally when a toilet has no seat, it is to people snorting drugs off it. One can only assume that the Marseilles drug refineries don’t want the smugglers snorting the merchandise before it hits the market and have bribed the powers to be to make this happen. Grateful that I have done some leg work in the gym, but stayed away from the humous, I squat over the bowl and get this out the was as quickly as possible. Quite possibly the worst toilet in the EU. 
As reviewed by Pepe Le Poo