Tally-ho! We've been busy as [insert industrious animal of choice], here at the Privy Counsel, running hither and thither, and probably other directions as well, and generally racking our brains, taxing our intellect, and engaging in a fury of cerebral activity. Our frantic industry has rendered us unable to tend to our bog blog with the attentiveness to which it is accustomed, and as a result, the pile of toilet pictures in our archive has grown to an alarming size. We suspect there are a couple of dwarves and a pheasant trapped in there - we can hear them muttering at night, and scratching the walls - but the sheer volume of pictures means we can't get in far enough to help them. A radical reorganisation seems indicated, and will definitely be executed as soon as we can spare the time. Any decade now, in fact.
In the meantime, here are some pictures that kind people have sent us recently, and which haven't even made it into the archive, having instead lain in a large unorganised pile on our desk, therefore being easy to find. Tally-ho, yoik, and all that.
The Intellectual Streak Continues: Leeds University Library Bogs, or, Yorkshire Graffitti
In the meantime, here are some pictures that kind people have sent us recently, and which haven't even made it into the archive, having instead lain in a large unorganised pile on our desk, therefore being easy to find. Tally-ho, yoik, and all that.
Bogsley Hansson Friend sent us this festive greeting from Canada. A goose indicates to ladies that this is where they should head when nature calls, while a stag (below) performs the same office for gentlemen. |
We could wax loquacious on the subject of gender stereotyping, but actually we're still really busy. |
Tudor Friend calls these toilet-seat covers "classy and toilet-related". We are unable to resist the temptation to consider them also "Elvis-related". |
According to Semi-Intellectual Friend, this is an Iron Age toilet in Gurness. |
A dear friend who we like to refer to, for reasons lost in the mists of time, as Uncle Sean, sent us this picture, with the most eloquent caption: "There I stood, poised at the urinal, zipper, hand, posture as you would expect, with no further intention than relief, but there before me this artwork, this quote, edification." We fucking love toilet poetry. If you find Uncle Sean's musings inspiring, you may want to check out Danish Friend's bog poetry, or even Intellectual Friend's toilet graffiti. |
Another thought-provoking contribution from Bogsley Hansson Friend, this time from Seattle. |
Since we try to end all our blog posts with a festive video, here is a most convivial clip of a highly festive Twitter acquaintance of ours, the Loo Tour Lady.
Festive video: The Loo Tour lady
Related Reading
If one gets too overworked, one can end up believing that one is a tiny, speckled hamster:
Safety at Work
If you enjoy the combination of archives and art:
Blurry, Lop-Sided Archive Musings
Danish Friend's bog poetry:
Christmas 2013: Shetland Shithouses Part II. Umm, Poetry in Motion?
Intellectual Friend's bog graffiti:If one gets too overworked, one can end up believing that one is a tiny, speckled hamster:
Safety at Work
If you enjoy the combination of archives and art:
Blurry, Lop-Sided Archive Musings
Danish Friend's bog poetry:
Christmas 2013: Shetland Shithouses Part II. Umm, Poetry in Motion?
The Intellectual Streak Continues: Leeds University Library Bogs, or, Yorkshire Graffitti