Sunday, 2 September 2012

Toilet Song: Rock'n'Roll Toilet

Our Sunday rock'n'roll cavalcade continues - this week's Toilet Song is called, fittingly, Rock'n'Roll Toilet. The obliging artists are called The Soft Boys, which also seems somehow apt.


The Soft Boys. Image from The Line of Best Fit



The Soft Boys - Rock'n'Roll Toilet

I got locked with a coupla jerks in a
Rock 'n' roll toilet
In came Jah to perform his works in the
Rock 'n' roll toilet

I got wedged with a coupla clones in a
Rock 'n' roll toilet
With eggs as smooth as polished stones in the
Rock 'n' roll toilet

Rock 'n' roll toilet's my alibi, my lullaby, my sacrify
Rock 'n' roll toilet's my pair of boots, my only chutes, my
Open wounds, yeah

I got wedged with a couple of dudes in a
Rock 'n' roll toilet
I'd rather just sit and imagine my food in a
Rock 'n' roll toilet

Look at the beautiful patterns that form on the wall
Stick out your finger to trace them just look at them all
Look at the beautiful patterns that form on the wall
Stick out your finger to trace them just look at them all

Look at them all (look at them all)
Yeah, look at them all (look at them all)

Oooow, there's no truth in a telephone booth or a
Rock 'n' roll toilet
There's no way in a, no decay in a
Rock 'n' roll toilet

I'd rather die than get an honest job, I'm gonna rock 'n' roll till the toilet clog


Rock 'n' roll
Rock 'n' roll
Rock 'n' roll
Rock 'n' roll toilet
Rock 'n' roll
Rock 'n' roll
Rock 'n' roll
Rock 'n' roll toilet
Rock 'n' roll (Rock 'n' roll)
Rock 'n' roll (Rock 'n' roll)
Rock 'n' roll (Rock 'n' roll)
Rock 'n' roll toilet
Rock 'n' roll (Rock 'n' roll)
Rock 'n' roll (Rock 'n' roll)
Rock 'n' roll (Rock 'n' roll)
Rock 'n' roll toilet

Yeah 


Rock'n'roll toilet. Image from Jokemail.

Saturday, 1 September 2012

A Festive Update

We don't know about you, but we intend to have ourselves one hell of a weekend! In order to share the hilarity we thought we'd do a festive update, which we're writing in advance, as we'll be far too busy having fun to write blog updates!

Image from Profilebrand

We've mentioned Chopper Read and his memorable mantra, Harden The Fuck Up, in the odd post before. We find it inspiring. Now, we are pleased to announce that we have managed to make a not-too tenuous celebrity toilet connection to Chopper Read! Here's a concentrated version of the Chopper Read Wikipedia entry:

"When he was still young, Read was already an accomplished street fighter and the leader of the Surrey Road gang. He began his criminal career by robbing drug dealers, based in massage parlours in the Prahran area. He later graduated to kidnapping and torturing members of the criminal underworld, often using a blowtorch or bolt cutters to remove the toes of his victims as an incentive for them to produce enough money so that Read would leave them alive.
[...] Around this time, Read had a fellow inmate cut both of his (Read's) ears off in order to be able to leave H division temporarily.
[...] Read was ambushed and stabbed by members of his own gang in a sneak attack, when they felt his plan to cripple every other inmate in the entire division and win the gang war in one fell swoop was going too far.
[...] It is alleged that Gangitano burst open the toilet cubicle door with a number of associates and began a serious assault on Read who made his escape but not before spreading his faeces into Gangitano's face."

HTFU!

For your continued delight and edification, here's a cavalcade of amusing toilet signs, which we've collected during our repeated trawls of the arse ends of the internet:

Image from Flickr

Image from 3bp

Image from Toptoilets

Image from Xaxor

Images from Raincoaster

Image from Shadygaff
Enjoy your weekend! Don't forget to HTFU!

Related reading:
A Lovely Cavalcade of Photos
Polite Notice
http://www.chopperread.com/

Friday, 31 August 2012

A Handy Tip: Poo Log

Christmas is drawing near again. But don't despair! We have the perfect gift tip! The Poo Log is not only an extremely useful tool for keeping track of your (and your friends') rectal health, but will have everyone giggling happily, from your senile granny to sanitarilly challenged Cousin Chad.
Also available as a Cr-App.



Imagine our delight at finding this dangling in the bathroom of a friend!

Poo Log: An example of the informative content

Our extremely fit friend's bathroom, where one may record one's movements in the Poo Log

So go ahead: don't hold it in, express yourself!

Wednesday, 29 August 2012

Potty Putter: Putting Things Into Place

We've always thought golf was a pile of crap, and we've just had our prejudices confirmed. Buttericks, the Swedish joke merchants, stock a product called "potty putter". The set contains one "toilet-adapted green", one hole and flag, one club, and a "do not disturb" sign to hang on the door.
Hole in one, anyone?

Potty putter: very, very disturbing. Image from Buttericks

Sunday, 26 August 2012

Toilet Song: Swooning with Brad

We found a toilet song that made us swoon. Positively swoon!

It's called Ode de Toilet (The Toilet Song), and is sung by Brad Paisley.



Brad Paisley - Ode de Toilet (The Toilet Song)

She says not to buy her flowers
Or big expensive gifts
She says she don't want jewelry
And she doesn't need another dress
If I want to show her how much I adore her
The best way that I've found
Is to make sure when I'm finished
I put that toilet seat down

We've been to counseling

To try and see the ways we could improve
This thing between us
And different ways to show each other "I love you"
Forget about those getaway vacations
To romantic coastal towns
If you want to say "I love you"
Then put that toilet seat down

'Cause in the middle of the night

It's cold and it's dark
And when I hear my name in vain
I know I haven't done my part
She just wants me to support her
And the best way that I've found
So with a gentle hand and a loving touch
I put that toilet seat down

I know it's kind of funny

You can teach a little puppy
But it's very hard to train a grown man
When I'm all about my buisiness
And the path of least resistance
She's the one that suffers in the end

In the middle of the night

It's cold and it's dark
And when I hear my name in vain
I know I haven't done my part
She just wants me to support her
And the best way that I've found

Is with a gentle hand and a loving touch
I put that toilet seat down

Down, down

Brad Paisley: The man with the toilet song that makes us swoon.
We note he's cottoned on to the pink flamingo trend as well.


Related Reading
Toilet Song: Pain Pills
Toilet Song: Harlem River Blues
Handwashing with Elvis

Friday, 24 August 2012

A Calamitous and Inflammatory Blend of Toilet Paper and History

Have family gatherings become boring lately? Everyone being too kind and considerate for comfort? Uncle Lester quit drinking and Cousin Gertrude finally got laid and calmed the fuck down? Well, if that's the case, your problems are finally at an end, thanks to Peta (People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals). Their toilet paper features information about bacterial contamination in slaughterhouses, guaranteed to get everyone riled up and nervous. Uncle Lester will be reaching for the whisky and making aggressive comments about "those goddamned hippies" in no time, and Cousin Gertrude and Great-Aunt Myrtle are pretty much guaranteed to start a heated discussion about the merits of vegetarianism, reinforcing their arguments with broken bottles. 
Stock up on this for the next family get-together (make sure there's a meat course), aggregate a plentiful supply of booze, and you'll be happily feuding for the next decade at least!

Inflammatory bog roll from Peta. Buy it here. Image from Inhabitat

In other news, Andrex, the toilet paper we love to hate, has launched a new Eco toilet paper, made entirely from recycled paper and featuring bamboo fibres. Bamboo "is one of the fastest growing plants in the world producing significantly more fibre, on less land, than trees traditionally used to make tissue paper" says Tom Berry, head of sustainability at Kimberly-Clark EMEA, interviewed by Businessgreen. Bamboo also consumes relatively little water when growing, which is of course great from an ecological perspective.
Asked why Andrex hasn't produced toilet paper made from 100 % recycled fibres before, they reply, "Until now, we were not able to produce a recycled toilet tissue that we were happy with in terms of the quality and softness consumers would expect from market leaders Andrex". Andrex are also anxious to reassure consumers that bamboo is "safe for use in toilet tissue". Naturally, one would expect people to be worried about the effect of a rough, alien fibre on their soft, pampered bottoms.

We still don't get the obsession with soft toilet paper. We really. Really. Don't get it.
That hateful puppy. Image from The Guardian. Illustration: www.jonathan-e.com

 Just thinking about that stupid puppy makes us all irascible. Let's contemplate some soothing historical toilet facts before someone gets hurt!

Blogger Bukisa writes,
The so-called "Room of the Seven Sages", in Ostia (the harbor city of Rome) has painted walls, depicting seven of the greatest Greek philosophers, with ironic texts about their bathroom activities, such as "The cunning Chilon taught how to flatulate unnoticed" and "No one will give you a long lecture, Priscianus, as long as you use the sponge" (the sponge was the Romans’ equivalent for toilet paper).

Roman toilet goers. Image from I.ytimg

 For more information about lavatory sponges, and an unforgettable image of the assistant curator at the Roman Bath Museum in York wielding one, look no further.

John R. Clarke expostulates, in his book Art in the Lives of Ordinary Romans: Visual Representation and Non-elite Viewers in Italy, 100 B.C.-A.D. 315 (Berkeley: University of California Press, 2003):
The tavern paintings in the Caupona of the Baths of the Seven Sages at Ostia Antica date to about 100. [...] The artist attributes absurd bowel-movement techniques to the venerable voices of wisdom, the Seven Sages of the seventh century B.C., and he pairs their images with those of ordinary men in the act of shitting.
[...] On the right (west) side of the same wall follows Thales of Miletus, framed by the Greek words thales and meilhsios. [...] Here too, the artist has written the joke in Latin above the venerable sage from Miletus: Durum cacantes monuit ut nitant Thales, or “Thales advised those who shit hard to really work at it.” There is a fragmentary inscription below the Sage that includes the words [u]taris xylosphongio, or “use the sponge on wood”; since Romans used sponges to clean themselves after defecation, one scholar proposes that the phrase suggests using the philospher’s staff for this purpose.
(p. 170)
Let's have some proper, scholarly, linguistic musings as well.

We found a pretty hardcore history blog called Laudator Temporis Acti. The author writes, quoting a play by Aristophanes:
XANTHIAS: Hey, what's happened to you?
DIONYSUS: "The bowel is empty [ἐγκέχοδα]: call upon the god!"
XANTHIAS: Get up, won't you, quickly, you ridiculous fool, before anyone else sees you!
DIONYSUS [rising]: I feel I might faint. Give me a sponge [σφογγιάν] for my heart.
XANTHIAS [producing a sponge from the luggage-bundle and offering it to Dionysus]: Here, take it. [Dionysus lifts his clothes with his left hand; his right hand, holding the sponge, disappears behind his back.] Where is it? [Moving round behind Dionysus, and seeing that he is in fact using the sponge to wipe his bottom.] Ye golden gods! is that where you keep your heart?
DIONYSUS: Yes, it was frightened and slunk down into my lower abdomen.
XANTHIAS: You're the most cowardly god or man alive!
DIONYSUS: Me? What do you mean cowardly, when I actually asked you for a sponge? No other man would have done it!
XANTHIAS: What would he have done?
DIONYSUS: If he was really a coward, he'd have just stayed on the ground smelling his own stink. Whereas I, I stood up, and what's more, I wiped myself clean [ἀπεψησάμην].A sponge, when used for this purpose, was sometimes attached to a stick.
The Greek word for a sponge on a stick is ξυλοσπόγγιον (xylospongion), from ξύλον (xylon = wood) and σπόγγιον (spongion = sponge). The Greek lexicon of Liddell, Scott, and Jones gives only a single citation, Hippiatr.69,100. This is a reference to vol. 1, pp. 69 and 100 of E. Oder and C. Hoppe, edd. Corpus Hippiatricorum Graecorum, 2 vols. (1924-1927), which is unavailable to me. According to Herbert Chayyim Youtie and John Garrett Winter, Papyri and Ostraca from Karanis. Second Series (Ann Arbor: University of Michigan Press, 1951) = Michigan Papyri, Vol. VIII, p. 39, in these veterinary texts the word means 'a sponge attached to a stick for the purpose of applying medicine to open sores.' I do not find this word in the Poorly Attested Words in Ancient Greek project at the Università degli Studi di Genova.

Toilet-scene still from Spartacus, featuring a sponge on a stick. Image from Popclassicsjg.

 We at the Privy Counsel tend to avoid Latin texts like the plague, preferring more unwashed Germanic languages. Luckily, Laudator Temporis Acti satisfies our hunger for dirty barbarians, continuing:
Without using the word xylosphongium, Seneca (Letters to Lucilius 70.20-21, tr. Richard M. Gummere) obviously refers to a sponge on a stick in this gruesome tale of suicide in a latrine: 
For example, there was lately in a training-school for wild-beast gladiators a German, who was making ready for the morning exhibition; he withdrew in order to relieve himself, - the only thing which he was allowed to do in secret and without the presence of a guard. While so engaged, he seized the stick of wood, tipped with a sponge, which was devoted to the vilest uses [lignum id quod ad emundanda obscena adhaerente spongia positum], and stuffed it, just as it was, down his throat; thus he blocked up his windpipe, and choked the breath from his body. That was truly to insult death! Yes, indeed; it was not a very elegant or becoming way to die; but what is more foolish than to be over-nice about dying?
Well, quite.

Dirty Visigoths sacking Rome. Hygeia clears her throat
at the sight of so much naked flesh. Image from the BBC.

Further reading:
The Roman Bath Museum - Crap on a  Stick
Nunc Est Lavandum - Bath-time

Let us Wash, for the Germanic Hordes May Appear at Any Moment
The Finer Points of Roman Hygiene
The Historic Toilet Tour of York  
Our previous post on charity toilet paper
Caroline Lawrence's blog posts about Roman toilets: here and here.



It's not easy being a dirty, filthy barbarian. Image from Chronicle.

Thursday, 23 August 2012

Villa Ingrid: Toilet Paper and Loveliness


 As previously mentioned, we went to Öland a little while ago. While there we stayed at an exceptionally charming hotel called Villa Ingrid. Taking a cue from last year's Edinburgh hotel review, it is now necessary for us to quote Helen Fielding at you again. Hell, let's do one better and quote ourselves! Here's what we said in our Edinburgh hotel review last year:
As well as being fabulous, the toilet gives us, joyously, occasion to quote Helen Fielding at you again! In Olivia Joules and the Overactive Imagination (Picador, London 2004), the heroine claims that, regarding hotels, "The only real criterion of fineness she trusted was whether, on arrival, the toilet paper was folded into a neat point at the end" (p. 8). Personally, we couldn't care less, but in case you find the state of the end of the toilet roll a matter of importance on a par with democracy, world peace and being able to find a really good mojito: Reader, we assure you, the toilet paper in this hotel was folded into a neat point at the end
(Privy Counsellor)
 Reader, it was the case again: The toilet paper was folded into a neat point at the end!


Olivia Joules: "The only real criterion of fineness she trusted was whether, on arrival,
the toilet paper was folded into a neat point at the end". Phew!

Clean, sparkly and water-saving: we lustily cheer this toilet on

Mixer-tap: check. Nice soap: check. Sturdy hook: check. Electrical socket: check!
Try as we might, we can find nothing to complain of!

If one wanted to be pedantic (which, in all honesty, one usually does) one could point out
that it would be nice to get complimentary conditioner in hotels, as well as shampoo. Because, since one can't wash one's hair anyway without conditioner unless one wants it to dry out, break off and then explode into a million tiny, dysfunctional pieces, they might as well not bother.


An extremely clean and pleasant shower

The little window gives one a charming view of the houses and gardens opposite

Villa Ingrid - Hygeia does a little jump and an energetic high-five!

We had vowed to stop doing the points, since we reckon that our readers 1) don't give a crap, and 2) are aware by now that the points system is completely arbitrary anyway. But we had a drunken conversation with Semi-Intellectual Friend, during which we were persuaded to bring the points back. So we're giving this toilet, oooh, let's see, 13 points.

Further reading:
Common Sense in Spain

Villa Ingrid
Hantverkaregatan 6
387 31 Borgholm
Sweden
http://www.villaingrid.se
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