A pictorial representation of middle urinals
Come and have a piss if you think you're hard enough
Roving reporter H Harrison takes his urinary infection, and delves into the wonderful world of Pissours and Urinals from all across the globe, but mainly Railway stations.
Loos of our time | Arizona USA
An almost imperceptible sense of being in the right place when I walked into this wonderful boudoir. I was astonished to see that a dwarf urinal had been installed in such an unpolitically correct country - Go USA! Quick wee in about 30 seconds then turtlehead forced me into the shitter for a number two.
An almost imperceptible sense of being in the right place when I walked into this wonderful boudoir. I was astonished to see that a dwarf urinal had been installed in such an unpolitically correct country - Go USA! Quick wee in about 30 seconds then turtlehead forced me into the shitter for a number two.
The Royal Hotel | Mundlsey
An aural delight. I am so fond of this design that my heart leaps every time I see one. I can already picture a plethora of wangers being dipped into those pearly white fonts of piss. The smell of lilac was definitely not there, as the man had suggested. Lord knows why I had to lick it to find out - who licks something for a smell? Delightful piss for about 3 minutes. |
Orpington | Platform 5
A strange feeling of purpose and boyhood fills this pisser with an impenetrable bouquet of acidic tones and wonderful yolk coloured stains. I once sang" Bless your beautiful hide" from Seven Brides for Seven Brothers to a man called Dave in here. When I woke up at Queen Mary's I remembered getting a microscopic view of the late 90's floor tiling and remarking on its exceptional hue. Had no time for tinkles as I was being assaulted. |
Victoria Drivers | London
An earthy timeless quality lay deep in the heart of this lav. Very impressed with the leaking pans and the optimistic height of the urinals which suggest London men have longer shlongs. I know this not to be true as my encounter with a man called Jeremy, whose penoir was a tad under 3 inches, not only was he unimpressive but he was "upset" at the imposition of my small measurement device. I did notice he was wearing a "truss" - is that the fashion these days? Needless to say I was punched in the face before I could commence my waterfications. No time recorded. |