My friends I come to you tonight to talk about those temples of Aphrodite, those small cupolas of amour, those sweet couches of impromptu libations to Cupid - I mean of course the disabled toilet. Whoever designed them could have pictured in their minds eye cuddles and Mrs Cuddles going at it as a beast with two backs. The geometry is perfect. They are usually quite a bit cleaner than the average non-mlaaring stall and of course they are unisex. The look of envy and pride when you step forth from one from the assembled crowd is just so ego-boosting. Of course you do get the occasional paraplegic in wet pants scowling but that as they say is show-biz. All of our children have been conceived in a local golf Club's disabled dunny and on Saturday night, we enjoyed the pleasures of the one just outside Cardiff's Glee club. as if hearing a children's TV presenter say "f*uck" as part of their routine wasn't twisted enough, we got it on in one of the Diversity Act's great gifts to the UK population. top, as they say, show!