Look Up.
It’s not every
day you can say you took a nice photo in a gents’ toilet, but I can say it today.
It was my second
time on the premises and second time in the aforementioned manbog today. I met
my dad for lunch at Hitchin’s Pitcher & Piano (formerly the Corn Exchange /
Que Pasa / That Big Building on the Square, next to Waterstone’s) and then
returned there after a doctor’s appointment to have a quick pint (alien words
to me) and catch up on a little admin before going home. It was on washing my
hands after a trip to the Little Boys Room that I looked up and noticed the
skylight, which I’ve never spotted before, despite having been in there
countless times over the years; how could I have missed something so pleasant?
I guess it’s
because visiting the gents is a keep-your-head-down affair. It’s also
not somewhere you hang around in (well, I don’t). I was so taken aback by how
good the skylight looked that I crouched on the floor and pointed my phone skyward in the
hope of capturing it before someone came in and wondered what the hell I was
doing; there’s enough awkwardness unintentionally in my life without courting it.
I guess this is
proof of how, when you pay attention to what’s going on around you, you may
notice something you wouldn’t normally see. It was a literal eye-opener. I’ll
never be so foolish as to not stare at the ceiling of public toilets again; is
that something to be proud of?