I travelled from Cardiff to Hove to interview for a job that's based at the same office as the one I currently work at. Sort of tainted my opinion of Hove, as it was a four and a half hour trip each way!
That is a possibility. Yesterday I really needed but just stopped at a quiet point in the park at Catford and got off the bike took a slash against a tree. Simple answer here, is stop getting the train :-D.
Or dignified. After all, there must be someone who isn't ashamed of snipping the turtle's head off during their scissor jump, and dabbing at the ensuing trouser stainage with a moistened ball of 2-ply...
2-ply? Let's be honest, it's less of an absorbent toilet roll and more of a spreadsheet*... *spreadsheet n. Shiny, crinkly toilet paper found in public lavatories which only succeeds in smearing the [poo] around your arse like a plasterer's float.
Someone once said that "this place" is as bad as the civil service. I disagree: "this place" could put public sector bureaucracy to shame.
I tend to wait to have a dump at work. Thankfully I'm not cursed with having to use toilets a train stations
Holy shi- what am I reading!? And why did I have to be eating a bowl of coco-pops at the same time! My mac doesn't look too bad in brown.
I have a bike. I use it for drunkenly returning from the KR at 2am and cycling the wrong way around Sloane Square.
