Toiletries

Time to get down 'n dirty.

I've mentioned Corridor Land's luxurious facilities before, but don't you just love those fuckers who manage to leave the toilet in a real mess. I don't want to get too graphic, but there is a bogbrush standing in the corner, just begging to be used. For Fecks sake, use it. Especially after a heavy 'humus and ful' lunch.

Of course, upon exiting the pit of despair you bump into the sexiest girl in the office, who within seconds is probably screwing up her face in disgust and has quickly associated anglosaxy with the pile of after-lunch smeared within...

Should this failure to maintain some respect for your fellow Corridor Landers be referred to as a failure, or simply deferred success, as teach would prefer it back in the UK?

Takes me back to China...