(Editor's note-- We refer here not to our reporter’s unusual manner of referring to himself in the collective, but to the current state of British lavatories)
Alternate titles:
Royal Flush
Skip to My Loo
When it comes to water closets, the British are retarded.
Case in point:
1. It takes at least two flushes to swirl away anything of substance. We came upon this realization after finding a Lincoln log or two during our first relief efforts in a Cambridge dormitory, leading us to realize that we may well have left a present or two behind as well and, subsequently, needed to amend our own flushing practices. The above dictum held true for the duration of our stay.
2. While designing said dorms without a rest (and relax) room ‘en suite’—our attic room did not even have one on the same floor—they have installed sinks at just about the same height as your average urinal.
Rather convenient, actually.
Whilst dictating the above screed, we came upon a thought: if the empire’s Labor & Conservative parties chose to unite, they’d become the Labor-Tory party— go (un)Espanol with the ‘v’ (and Bostonian w/ the '-or') and ve’re right back ve’re ve started (some would say ve nebah left).
