Warrington's Tour of British Toilets: Someone's got to do it, so I'm taking one for the team.
Cleethorpes Sea Front:
I mean you know me, let it not be said that l avoid less salubrious khazis in favour of posh ones.
And so, for your delectation today l bring you the inside of a cubicle door from the ladies bogs on Cleethorpes sea front.
I daren’t sit down (on the grounds that whilst crabs are perfectly acceptable on the beach, they’re most unwelcome on the bus seat on the way home) and to be honest it smelled like an open plague pit in there, but by Jove the graffiti was marvellously entertaining!
And so for that reason alone: ⭐️⭐️