Toilet Humour...

On a break between paper 1 and 2 of my Calculability exam today I visited the John, and noticed summit. I've often pondered this since first coming across these things 8 years ago this week, as it happens. On the continent, well in Belgiumland and Germany at least, they seem to have toilets which are different to those in the Ireland. There's this Continental Shelf thing which confuses me.

I gazed into the mirror when I was washing my hands, and I began to reflect...

What is the purpose of this shelf? If it's to avoid splashback then why is the shelf concave??? Answers on a toilet roll insert to the usual address.

I've started to file my fingernails.. all under 'F'. My fingers take a lot of punishment. I get a lot of splinters, don't know why, hopefully I won't get any more, touch wood.

To finish, here is a searching question.. "Where is it?"

When in Dom...

As previously mentioned, myself and U***e D****n participated in the Tilbury House IV, in Cologne, Darren having found himself with some unexpected time on his hands. I had misread the title of the IV so I was expecting the Pillsbury Doughboy so imagine my dissappointment when Darren corrected my misexpectancy. Though Derek did turn up to C.A. in the end. Not for the first time did we "do a Camilla"*. Still the competition was well run so I like to publicly congratulate the convenor Miss Nomer, I think that was her name.

I've always enjoyed speaking with Darren. His oratory, like his prose, is not the best, but I suppose it could be verse. Our debate on pornography was in many ways like a good porno: it was hot and sweaty, had 8 people, we felt dirty afterwards and we only did it because people were watching. (Hanging is too good for a man who makes puns; he should be drawn and quoted.)

Daz and I climbed the Kölner Dom on the Sunday. Which was nice.

The journey home was delayed because we were held up at Liege, due to trains on the line.


* the act of being royally screwed.