The joys of bidet.

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There's talk currently that to save trees, people should be using personal, washable árse rags upon which to wipe one's árse.
Years back, a former neighbour and his wife did missionary work in Mexico. They would take several Costco-size "bales" of toilet paper with them. Arse rags were in common use back then.

Odd. I didn't see a single reference to the Bomb Sight Toilet in the first several pages I read. I don't know what the 1960s Libyans used off-base because I avoid those like the plague. But civilian on-base latrines featured western-style thrones.

A mate of mine returned to base from downtown after eating some dodgy food. Jumped off the shuttle bus and ran to the first facility he saw on base. He was revelling in the release when a shapely Italian woman came in and took the crapper next to him - no cubicles.

Not knowing whether to shit or go blind did not apply in this particular instance.

I stay in a lot of third world hotels as a result of the job. Bottled water all the way - sparking wherever possible (so it can't be refilled at the tap) even for cleaning my teeth, with care in the shower not to drink any.
There were times when I was in London, 1970s or early 1980s, perhaps, that I was a regular bottled water consumer. I didn't EVEN want to know where the piped-in water originated - possibly the urinals from a series of pubs.
 
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Years back, a former neighbour and his wife did missionary work in Mexico. They would take several Costco-size "bales" of toilet paper with them. Arse rags were in common use back then.



Odd. I didn't see a single reference to the Bomb Sight Toilet in the first several pages I read. I don't know what the 1960s Libyans used off-base because I avoid those like the plague. But civilian on-base latrines featured western-style thrones.

A mate of mine returned to base from downtown after eating some dodgy food. Jumped off the shuttle bus and ran to the first facility he saw on base. He was revelling in the release when a shapely Italian woman came in and took the crapper next to him - no cubicles.

Not knowing whether to shit or go blind did not apply in this particular instance.



There were times when I was in London, 1970s or early 1980s, perhaps, that I was a regular bottled water consumer. I didn't EVEN want to know where the piped-in water originated - possibly the urinals from a series of pubs.
Continuing on that theme; there were the European thrones which had a sort of interior platform built in, where a decent sized Ronald could sit proud, uncontaminated by water. This had it's advantages and disadvantages. For a start, it stopped the back splash of the "dambuster" type turd, thus alleviating the cold , wet surprise.
The disadvantage of the design becomes apparent after a number of days of non-productivity in the body emissions department. When release finally happens, the resultant elephantine mound of rock-hard eartha kitt raises the level of the depositor above the seat and could cause height-related injuries. Health and Safety hold the view that a crash helmet conforming to BS 3954, needs to be worn when a self-hoisting Richard is imminent!
Happy crapping chod-nuts
 
We have just returned from our first holiday in Egypt. Their bogs are amazing a little squirt or two and your rusty sherrif's badge sparkles like diamonds in the sunshine.Why this has has not caught on in Europe i don't know .Though i can imagine a shot of cold water up your jacksey in February in Great Yarmouth would make the most resolute quiver.
 
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We have just returned from our first holiday in Egypt. Their bogs are amazing a little squirt or two and your rusty sherrif's badge sparkles like diamonds in the sunshine.Why this has has not caught on in Europe i don't know .Though i can imagine a shot of cold water up your jacksey in February in Cleathorpes would make the most resolute quiver.
You know the rules, pictures or it never happened.

erm...

Wait, never mind, forget what I said
 

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We have just returned from our first holiday in Egypt. Their bogs are amazing a little squirt or two and your rusty sherrif's badge sparkles like diamonds in the sunshine.Why this has has not caught on in Europe i don't know .Though i can imagine a shot of cold water up your jacksey in February in Cleathorpes would make the most resolute quiver.
I bet it's just like CLEETHORPES!
 
Think I mentioned this previously, but worth repeating as a cautionary tale.

I live in the ME and in the summer it gets hot. Really really fucking hot. +50C hot!

Our freshwater tanks sit on top of the roof totally exposed to the aforementioned heat.

Bear this in mind.

It happens that I get a very severe dose of the squits. Basically shitting brown ditch water for about 48hrs. My ring is raw and so I consider the water hose attachment thing connected to the side of the toilet. What's the worst that can happen.

I sit there playing a gentle stream of soothing water across the afflicted area when two things happen:

The pressure pump kicks in!

The water in the pipes has been used up and the feed is now coming directly from the tank that's been sitting in the blazing sun!

You have no idea the pain caused when you shoot a high-pressure jet of damn near boiling bloody water up your already seriously abused ring.

The resulting screams brought my wife running to find me curled up in the fetal position on the bathroom floor in a pool of steaming water.

So in summary, can be quite nice but be careful.
 
Odd. I didn't see a single reference to the Bomb Sight Toilet in the first several pages I read. I don't know what the 1960s Libyans used off-base because I avoid those like the plague. But civilian on-base latrines featured western-style thrones.
If a certain relative is to be believed, off-base, they just crimped one off in the street, Indian style. He backed this up with a fairly comprehensive 35mm slide presentation. It got to the point that we thought maybe he was trying to tell us something as yet another image of some dung dispenser was projected on the wall in glorious Kodachrome.
 
Those German toilets with the platform for turds at the front could be uncomfortable if your gooles dangled a bit and a big pile of brown stuff was sitting awaiting flushing. I found German toilets quite amusing when posted ot BAOR in 1964.

As for bidets, my Grandad and Gradmaw had a bidet in the family bathroom, me, and my brother as small kids used to beleive it was for washing you feet in............... so much fo the joys of childhood. o_O
 
Those German toilets with the platform for turds at the front could be uncomfortable if your gooles dangled a bit and a big pile of brown stuff was sitting awaiting flushing. I found German toilets quite amusing when posted ot BAOR in 1964.
German and Austrian poop catchers in their unusually shaped bowls gave me the impression that the citizens of those countries were obsessive scatologists. Now I'm not so sure it wasn't to stop wedding rings and wristwatches from being flushed away... allegedly

As for bidets, my Grandad and Gradmaw had a bidet in the family bathroom, me, and my brother as small kids used to beleive it was for washing you feet in............... so much fo the joys of childhood. o_O
When I first saw a bidet I wasn't sure if it was an odd water fountain for a short person...
 
If a certain relative is to be believed, off-base, they just crimped one off in the street, Indian style. He backed this up with a fairly comprehensive 35mm slide presentation. It got to the point that we thought maybe he was trying to tell us something as yet another image of some dung dispenser was projected on the wall in glorious Kodachrome.
as I recall, Kodachrome had to be processed in an authorized Kodak Lab. Those slides must have caused a stir in quality control.
 

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