Are you sitting there expecting things to work? Trains, the postal service, your mum's lawnmower? Your memory? The basic functions of the nation state? No, us neither. This is why we're extra grateful for stuff that works, and people who send us weird pictures. These, for instance, are from Hafjell in Norway. Ah! Norway! High of mountain, clean of air, hygienic of toilet! The artist formerly known as Logoped Friend, though that is absolutely not her name*, notes that the taps, perhaps having been inspired by those lofty peaks, are high enough to enable the intrepid tourist to fill her water bottle without losing her mind. That would of course be delightful even without the stupendous views of the fells and this well-stocked bog-roll holder.
*Logoped Friend notes that what her name would be in a subjunctive, Platonic, ideal world, is Speech-Language Therapist Friend. Alas. We can only strew ashes in our hair, and long for what potentially might have been, inside the cave behind the flickering torch of some bearded Greek bloke, but which never was, and never, now, will be. Alas. Alas. Alas.
Speaking of delightful things of doubtful ontological status, Jonny somehow manages to find the time to throw us a bog pic now and then, whether we're in a fit state to receive it or not.
How it happens exceeds our understanding but Jonny manages, at the same time as being a strapping young man and a delight to all and sundry, to not just entertain but educate us. Yes! educate! A rare feat, we agree. Look at this. Reader, just look. Yes, we're tired and have a weird itch as well, but bear with us. Have a shufti. We'll be finished soon. Yes, promise.
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| Oooh. |
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| Aaah. |
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| Gaaah! What the fuck? |
We would argue that not only is this art, it approaches the dreamy hyper-realistic plains of post-post-modernism. Yes, we would go that far. Thanks for asking.
Things are about to get quite exciting and we would like to request, at this point, that nervous readers make sure they are sitting down. Perhaps with a drink at hand. Anyone with a weak heart or any kind of medical condition - up to and including having ever sat through an entire sports programme on TV - is encouraged to throw themselves off a cliff. Believe us, it will be quicker and less painful.
Jonny writes:My friend Raj is in Switzerland
He didn't say much, just 'this is for your toilet blog.'
Hopefully people can decipher the diagram.
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| A challenge to adventurous readers: Try looking at Raj's enticing sandal without feeling your heart clunking like that bizarre train that time in Italy. We dare you. |
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| Agreed. Definitely time for a drink. |
Reader, are you with us? Are you, too, feeling the tingle in your toes, that feeling as if somewhere, out there, there is a world that isn't mind-boggling, bewildering and full of brutalist architecture, but friendly, filled with delicious cheese and with clear signage that's easy to follow? Reader, we dream of that world, too. Let's have a Festive Video and get this weekend started.
Festive Video: Korslagda Kukar, Dennis
Related Reading
That time when we found - to everyone's surprise - the dreamy, hyper-realistic plains of post-post modernism in Semi-Intellectual Friend's bathroom in Thailand (What the fuck were they doing there? we hear you ask. Yeah, it boggles us too):
Brownian Motion, or, Brownout, or, A Brown Study - Semi-Intellectual Friend's Shower
Another time when contemplated some art:
What a Thing Is and What It Is Not Are Identical In Form. Or So We've Been Told.
Switzerland appears to be a popular tourist destination, with adventurous mountain toilets in more than one place
Norway, also
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