Tiger Tiger, Piccadilly Circus

Well, after a session of all day drinking at a quiet family event I was lead into central for some life and to have a little boogie.

Tiger tiger being the place of choice I entered the toilets and on seeing the amount of cubicles in there and the 'freshen-up' lady I felt reassured that they couldn't be that bad.

How wrong was I? I had to ask  for toilet roll as the first four cubicles I went in had none. I then after having seen those ones began to get nervous that they were all going to be in the same state. My usual sense of logic kicked in, if I went to the cubicle furthest away the chances were that they would have been used less and therefore be in a more presentable state.

Nope. I was wrong again. I can only shudder at the photos and the memory of my experience and think that the amount of other people's urine was pretty well tied between what was on the seat and what was on the floor. Just a shame that the previous squatting girls were unable to hit the target.

I exit the loo with a somewhat shocked look on my face to be greeted by a worried looking boyfriend that had heard numerous girls coming out disgusted with the state of the toilets. Turns out if I had of been much longer he was about to bound in a take me to the spotless male loos.