I went to the toilet around 4 in the Saturday morning at Houx Annex. My body still haden't decided if it was hangover or still pissdrunk. Any way as a enter the toilet I find that everyone was occupied. Since I had a big 12" throbbing upp my arse I really needed to sit down if you know what I mean. After a few mnutes of listening to a variaty of fffflllpppprrrp and mmmmmmm aaaaaaarrrrrghh kaplums a door finally opens. Out comes this little typical english redheaded school boy. About 7 I guess. He looked up to me with a face that looked like a cross between "...oh please father, dont hit me anymore.." and "...help I have lost my parents..." With his expression still in my mind I enter the small, vaery small toilet...
THERE WAS sh*t EVERYWHERE! There was sh*t on seat, there was sh*t on the "toilet tank", there was sh*t on the lid, on the "toiletpaper holder" (Perhaps a protest against that there never is any paper in it?), on the floor.... ....IT WAS EVERYWHERE. I haven't seen so much crap in my hole life! Some of it still smoking fresh gently sliding down as the earths gravity finally got hold of it after exploding into the atmosphere.
I still to this day is haunted in my dreams by that little boys twisted face....