Mine is pretty minging to be honest.
Just reminded of this today for some reason.
About 3 years ago I went on a tiling course so I had a fair idea of what was involved and so I could talk to contractors and have half a clue what i was talking about and let them know I had a knowledge of tiling.
Anyway, I stayed in a B&B in South Sheilds and when I booked it I just assumed there would be an en suite as I had never stayed in a hotel where I never had one. Spoke to the old dear the day i got there and she said she could only move me to a room with an en suite 2 days later.
On the 2nd morning I went to the communal toilet in hall for a Barry White and outside there were a stack of magazine that workies had left as they seemed to be the bulk of the residents. Usual educational delights, Nuts, Zoo, Maxim, loaded etc.......
Anyway I grab the top one and plonk myself down on the toilet and start flicking through it. suddenly I feel my fingers are wet and sticky and then I get a whiff of a familiar scent.
Yip you've guessed it. Over 2 pages of some girl from big brother or something some other bloke very recently had relieved himself.
I think I washed my hand 100 times that day. I even ate my sandwich at lunchtime with a knife and fork!!!! The other folk on the course thought I was mental but I couldn't tell them as I'd only known them for a day. Keep in contact with 2 of them from the course and after a few nights out I told them.Every time I speak to one of them he answers the phone by saying "alright jizz hands"
Just reminded of this today for some reason.
About 3 years ago I went on a tiling course so I had a fair idea of what was involved and so I could talk to contractors and have half a clue what i was talking about and let them know I had a knowledge of tiling.
Anyway, I stayed in a B&B in South Sheilds and when I booked it I just assumed there would be an en suite as I had never stayed in a hotel where I never had one. Spoke to the old dear the day i got there and she said she could only move me to a room with an en suite 2 days later.
On the 2nd morning I went to the communal toilet in hall for a Barry White and outside there were a stack of magazine that workies had left as they seemed to be the bulk of the residents. Usual educational delights, Nuts, Zoo, Maxim, loaded etc.......
Anyway I grab the top one and plonk myself down on the toilet and start flicking through it. suddenly I feel my fingers are wet and sticky and then I get a whiff of a familiar scent.
Yip you've guessed it. Over 2 pages of some girl from big brother or something some other bloke very recently had relieved himself.

I think I washed my hand 100 times that day. I even ate my sandwich at lunchtime with a knife and fork!!!! The other folk on the course thought I was mental but I couldn't tell them as I'd only known them for a day. Keep in contact with 2 of them from the course and after a few nights out I told them.Every time I speak to one of them he answers the phone by saying "alright jizz hands"