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Lavatorial Memories.

Of the many public toilets I’ve visited in my life, two stick firmly in my mind: one was in a café in Cromer and the other was on the platform at Cambridge Station. I'm sure you're desperate to hear all about them. Are we sitting comfortably? Then I’ll begin. Exhibit A: You're looking at the sum total of a North Norfolk cafeteria’s gents' toilet facilities. The toilet and urinal are in alarmingly close proximity. Whoever fitted them was probably working to a prison motif. Whatever their intention, they’ve come up with a very pressured set-up; I wouldn’t be comfortable using one while someone else used the other. Having both in the same room serves no purpose, particularly when you’re on your own. It’s not like halfway through a wee you’d say to yourself, “Actually, I think I’ll finish off over there”. This sort of thing could only happen in Norfolk. Exhibit B: I haven’t used the lo...