Ok, the Eurostar will have to wait as I have some better bogs to do first, not that peeing under the channel isnt a thrilling experience, it sort of is, but this toilet is prettier.

cute

CUTE!!

The charming Hobb’s Bakery in Nailsworth is a bleedin’ lovely place to go and have a sarnie or a cake and some tea. It’s beautifully and cosily decorated throughout although if the weather is nice you can sit outside on the river which is almost too lovely for one to deal with. You may feel like scrabbling in a wheelie bin, licking a mud splattered roadsign or something equally dirty simply to counterbalane such heartbreaking loveliness..

Anyway, you might also chill the feck out and just have a nice tea. Then visit the toilet to release some of said tea back into the free world and enjoy some of this:

hobbsbogsink

Can you read the little sign above the tap? It says:

Be kind and gentle with the hot tap,

because it splashes and splashes

your feet and your lap.

Why write a dull informative sign when you can write an equally informative and totally cute poem? and I’m a big fan of their choice of hand wash, Ecover is all like biologically friendly and that and it smells well nice!

So well done Hobbs, your bog is well appreciated by moi! (as are your ploughmans lunches)

I’ve neglected my blog in recent weeks, and i’m sorry about that. Unfortunately I am also now the bearer of bad news. Almost a year ago I was in Bruxelles, and some friends brought me to a cafe called Novo, just opposite the Jacques Brel museum. We ate a lovely lunch together and I made my customary visit to the toilet, unfortunately sans camera. The toilets were BRILLIANT! they were bright and arty and the highlight was that they had hung a chalkboard on the back of the cubicle doors. Not only providing hours of artistic toilet fun, but also a great distraction for toilet graffiti artists. The cublicles were beautifully clean with no trace of biro limericks or primary school declarations of love, e.g. Sarah luvs Dave 4 eva! ( I always wondered who eva was? and why she was involved in so many threesomes?) and the chalkboards were full of advice, advertisements, proverbs and drawings. What a great idea! When I began my blog I vowed to return to Novo and write a shining review of their ingenious toilet art feature.

But, malheurosement, it was not to be. Novo has become the victim of unartistic tourist-abusing greed. Before I even visited the place, I was informed by friends that the prices had increased and the food quality had decreased, and that it wasn’t worth going to anymore. I decided to proceed with my mission nonetheless, but ruled out my plan of having lunch there, so as to have a deposit ready for my toilet trip. I proceeded with empty bowels and ordered a drink on my way to les toilettes… Mais sacre bleu! no chalkboards! no fun! nothing to photograph but a blank door.

No need to add that I left post haste, without my 3euro glass of sparkling water and without any photos for you. I’m sorry.

Although, if anyone out there is currently decorating a bog in a public place, and would like to use Novo’s novel idea, please do! and then tell me and i’ll come and photograph it and write about it.

As compensation my next review will be about the Eurostar bogs.

Merci!

(and sorry for my bad french, je suis desolee!)

Komm till Svea! Nu!

Svea is an excellent Swedish restaurant in Cheltenham. The food is yummy in that uniquely bland but delicious Swedish way.. Now, that may not sound great to anyone who has never eaten Swedish food, but I promise you, it’s good stuff, and pretty good value, so if you’re in the Cheltenham area, check it out. It’ll be worth it, and if you go around Christmas they’ll have Glogg, a Swedish mulled wine with almonds and raisins in it! mmm, hot booze with crunchy floating bits…

The restaurant is done up in a typically Scandinavian way. Lots of painted wood, cool leafy colours, Carl Larsson prints and Ikea furniture. It’s lovely. This is what the bog door looks like (both sides):

svea door

yes!

yes!

The reason I’ve chosen to thoroughly depict both sides of the toilet door is because for one, it’s a lovely door, and also I love when there’s a hook on the back! especially a nice yellow one.

svea bog

As you can see it’s minimal without being sterile, there’s some Swedish art and a cute wooden shelf…

art

Here’s one of the toilet art pieces close up. It’s a Carl Larsson print entitled ‘Christmas Eve’ from 1904/05. Carl Larsson was a fascinating man and a unique artist. You should read his wiki page if you don’t know anything about him. His family home is a tourist attraction in Sundborn, Sweden as its interior is covered in his paintings. Literally every surface is covered in his art, it’s quite an incredible place.

bogsink

So, there it is. A pleasant setting for the satisfying experience of a post-meatball toilet trip.

Thank you.

This attractive yet distracted Lady is welcoming you to the Bernard Shaw bogs. Come on in…

And here inside is her lively alter-ego, ready to observe you in quiet excitement as you go about your toilet business.

I love the dubious cocktail of artistic bathroom styles going on in the Bernard Shaw Ladies. You have the old school dark wood and stained glass, massive professional graffiti, twee flowery tiles and shitloads of amateur biro graffiti all over the top of it!

Rubber/sanitary protection machine, very handy, and clearly stealable giant toilet rolls! Though I wouldn’t steal from the Bernard Shaw as I like the place and it isn’t a rip off, I only use my five finger discount in very disappointing and/or ludicrously overpriced places.

Above is some proof of the rich variety of custom the Bernard Shaw receives. A Proust quote alongside ‘Spice Love’, the filthy ‘Would you like to come inside me??’, ‘Go Wild’ (why not?) and the enterprising ‘Aidy Lady’ who has left her (or his..) tag on every cubicle!

So, I conclude that the Bernard Shaw bogs are well worth a visit, in fact the whole place is well worth visiting. A lovely setting for a quiet early evening pint, or 10 loud pints and a bit of a dance if you like, and when you go to break the seal you can read a wealth of drunken ramblings on your cubicle door.

Enjoy!

Hello again, welcome to the Ochreworks lavatorial facilities:

Oh wow! its like being inside Mr. Blobby! The Ocreworks is a relatively new and very pleasant bar/restaurant/mini venue in Dalston. The decor is highly imaginative and unusual throughout the place (great duck themed artwork in the bar) and the bogs are no exception.

The pink theme is continued into the cublicles, which are plainer, but smart and stylish, and although you can’t really see it in the photo there is a towel dispenser! hooray! no stupid noisy hand dryers!

And check it out, this is the one differentiation between the ladies and gents:

Ah! a lovely pink kiss on the door! Apologies for photo quality, I’d filled my bladder with a few (very reasonably priced) Peronis in preparation for this visit, and didn’t realise my camera was on some kind of manual-blur-anti-focus setting which I hadn’t realised existed.

So, generally a great blog in a lovely bar (manned by very lovely barstaff too by the way!) and an extra point for having a peg on the back of the door. Always a plus I find for keeping your bag/coat/handbag dog from getting grubby. Or if you liked you could completely remove your trousers and pants, hang them up out of harms way and pee nude from the waist down.. whatever floats one’s boat..

Thank you!

http://www.ochreworks.co.uk/

I’m very sorry. I’ve been a rubbish blogger for the past couple of weeks, as I was on me ‘olidays. Fortunately it was somewhat of a working holiday and so I now have a bunch of juicy Greek bogs to review.

This excellent toilet is in an even more excellent restaurant in a place called Psara, which literally translates as ‘fish’ (I’ve been learning Greek). Psara is in the south east of Kerkyra which unfortunately attracts far more of the idiot type holidaymakers than the classier north part of the island. I’ve witnessed English tourists come in to the Taverna and ask if sunday roasts were available. NO! YOU ARE IN GREECE! WAIT ‘TIL YOU GET HOME FOR FECK’S SAKE!

Greek cuisine is among the best in the world, and however much I love a good British sunday roast, we really cannot compete with Mousaka, Kleftiko, Pastitsada, Stifado (I’m drooling now). Why would you fly all the way to Corfu to eat something you’d get in any shit pub back home? I found the answer from Robert, one half of the awesome couple who run this place and also the man behind the super toilets, which I will get to eventually by the way. A British tourist came to him this summer and asked which part of Greece they were in. He told them they were in the north-west. They asked what the place was called! He told them they were in a village called Messonghi on the Island of Corfu. They exclaimed: ‘we’re on an island!?’.

I hope you readers find this as sad and shocking as I do, and it’s given me an idea. I propose that when a person books a holiday on the internet for example, an essential part of the booking process should be that they must locate their proposed destination on a blank map of the world. I wouldn’t be too harsh, there would be borders and a compass etc, just no country names. I’d give them some leniency, but if they got the continent wrong, for example, they would have to start the booking again. And go and find a bloody atlas.

I think the tourism council, or whoever it is who makes rules about this sort of stuff should really put my idea into place. It would encourage people to educate themselves a little in geography and it would weed out the idiots who think that China and Japan are the same thing, that all the popular European holiday destinations are lumped together somewhere south of Heathrow, and don’t really care anyway as long as they can get a bacardi breezer, a sunday roast and spectacular sunburn.

Whew.. so back to the point here.. At Taverna Dionysos one can only get real Greek food, and it’s some of the best on the Island. The restaurant is simply and tastefully decorated (including the toilets), and the staff are some of my favourite folk ever.

The toilets here are reassuringly solid. The big stone tiles, the warm green walls and rustic accesories make it a very comfortable place to drop off your moosekaka. All the fittings are lovely and tasteful, the ‘Ladies’ sign on the door is just brilliant and thankfully there is a mosquito screen over the window. I like small insects generally (hate it when they get big and boisterous…flying cockroaches can fuck right off), but mosquitoes all need to die asap. They are pure evil, they not only suck out your blood, they spit into you! This is unacceptable behaviour, even for an insect.

ooh, rusticy!

ooh, rusticy!

This is a great bog, but more importantly a great restaurant, as the most satisfying toilet business is the result of excellent food and drinkable Retzina (Retzina is most often undrinkable, so this is a compliment). Congratulations Emi and Robert. I’m missing you already. Almost as much as I miss your feta bread.

I miss Emi's feta bread.

I’m a bit dissapointed that they have recently changed the toilet seats in Solas. I think it’s for the best but I only wish I had photographed them earlier.. I’ll explain: The toilet seats in Solas used to clash in the most dramatic of ways with every other aspect of the decor. As you can see from the photos, the ladie’s room has a kind of warm reddy purpley romantic rosy creamy kind of thing going on. The toilet seats were blue, yellow, flowery and grossly twee. It was a brilliant example of toilet decor confusion and I shall mourn deeply those bog seats, wherever they may now be.. most likely in a tramp’s box of treasures.

So, minus fantastically clashing toilet apparel, what do the bogs at Solas have to offer? Well, the sinks are really cool, rustic and interesting, reminiscant of a caveman’s porridge bowls, and the mirror is nice and big. There is a sanitary protection/rubber machine: bloody expensive but occasionally life saving. The doors with the big printed roses on the are classy and cool and the lighting is ace, check it out:

Solas also holds host to one of the deadliest modern toilet phenomena of our time: the Dyson hand-dryer!!!! Behold:

I’ve come across these babies a few times now, and I am deeply impressed. You see, I’ve never been a hand-dryer fan. If no other drying equipment is available, I’d much sooner use my clothes or even hair. I hate the noisiness, ugliness and sheer crapness of hand-dryers. They take ages, and mostly just seem to vibrate the water on your hands rather than rid you of it. I also don’t really like disposable handtowels, because they are really wasteful, and many people seem to have no sense of proportion when given disposable things for free. What I really like is those proper old school (they even had them at my school) pull down looping towel things. The ones that are properly bolted to the wall – so no freebies – and are made of actual real absorbant towel material. That was a bad description. I hope you know the ones I mean.. Anyway, failing those practical yet elusive beauties, the dyson thing is brillant! you put your hands in wet and (slowly) lift them out dry! and you can watch the strong air make the skin on your hands tremble with delight.

So, well done Solas. Your toilets are lovely. (and your fries are really good too)