Damn. Reading on the shitter was the last refuge of the office worker. Knew they'd put a stop to it one day.Moot_Geeza wrote:The fact that the two sets of lights in the toilets in my swanky new office in Canary Wharf are on timers. The the main toilet and cubicle lights are both triggered by walking in, but you only get five minutes out of either. So the light above you can go off while you're having a shit, or worse, both sets of lights can go off while you're trying to finish a chapter, like they did this morning, which results in full darkness. You can't wave your hand over the stalls to kick them back in, the sensor is 10ft away by the door. I had to give up on Commanche Moon and wipe my bum by the light of my phone earlier, as I needed too much of a clean to risk hitching my trousers up and emerging in search of the sensor.
Liveinadive wrote:Lilt AF
Thats the second time in two weeks someone has reminded me of some odd program I was watching years back were a typically nasal voiced Health & Safety officer was being interviewed in his home...SpaceGazelle wrote:Bloody sharp knives submerged in the washing up. Ouch.
It is indeed. But surely having one on a bus of commuters shouting obscenities can be considered a thing that get on our tits but don't actually matter in the slightest??????Kow wrote:But that's what junkies do.
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