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  1. homeanddry

    12 months of desperate workers

    The last one - love it!
  2. homeanddry

    (Another) Exam Wetting

    A really well-written and detailed account, so thanks for sharing! It brings back memories of my own A-levels, looking after an upset friend (who’d revised the wrong thing) before one exam, drinking tea that our teacher had made for us in his office. I needed to go quite badly by the end of the exam, but nowhere near as badly as she did, judging by the speed at which she ran to the toilets as soon as she was allowed to leave the room!
  3. homeanddry

    Yet more public transport desperation

    Well there’s usually some the opportunity for relief at some point during that time, I’m sure, but often relying on having a few minutes’ turnaround time to run to the station toilets or using the toilet on the train; that turnaround time rapidly sneaking away during disruption and the arrival is late! I doubt anyone would have a problem with delaying the train for a quick visit in that situation, although I did read a post from someone who was complaining that they’d been refused the opportunity to run to the station toilets (some distance away, with no toilet on the train) when they’d asked Control before starting a journey over an hour long into London despite being “absolutely bursting”. I don’t know how that story ended! I doubt that the Union would be too enamoured by that solution... I doubt you’re the first to do so, given the length of the journey and how busy they can get!
  4. homeanddry

    12 months of desperate workers

    These are just ace - I’ve loved reading every single one of them. Convincing scenarios with some excellent desperation - they’re really well written! Looking forward to the final four episodes now, to see whether I’ll make an appearance at any point 🙂
  5. I love it - memories of camping with friends (one in particular) who’d put off the run to the toilet for as long as they could in the morning, even after drinking quite a lot the previous evening. Even better was the campsite where we’d had to take our own chemical toilet with its own little tent - that one friend in particular made it clear that she was going to hold it until we’d had breakfast and could go to the public toilets in the nearby town, despite obviously needing to go quite badly! Looking forward to the rest of the stories 🙂
  6. homeanddry

    Yet more public transport desperation

    Sorry, slow reply, just catching up. When you’ve got to go, though...! On a slightly related note, it’s not unknown for longer distance trains to have to make extended stops at staffed stations for the passengers’ benefit when there’s no working toilet for whatever reason. Over five hours’ continuous driving, generally, for train and bus drivers, I think? The turnaround time at a terminus, on its own, doesn’t count as a break but it might not be long enough to get to the nearest toilets and back. I’d like to think that everyone has access to toilets on their actual breaks though! I’d have thought that shorter but more frequent formal breaks would be better than longer breaks though, or making sure that there’s suitable toilets at each terminus and enough time to go and use them! I’ve seen a couple of comments from London Underground drivers who have had to run off to a toilet mid-journey though, and it doesn’t seem like it was a big drama for them thankfully. On being cautious - I do know that they’re often making the point about the importance of being well hydrated to maintain concentration, so it’s a difficult balancing act, even more so when there’s a trolley with tea being delivered during the journey!
  7. It’s definitely a common theme of mine now (it seems to be the only place that I ever see anyone else desperate!), but here’s an account of a couple more things that I’ve seen while out and about travelling… It was Grand National weekend in Liverpool a few weeks ago. For those who don’t know, it’s probably the biggest horse racing event in the UK each year, and attracts thousands of people who seem to go with the sole intention of getting very very drunk. I’ve only been once, didn’t enjoy it to be honest, but I did at least experience the arrangements for getting those thousands of people back into the city centre – basically, there’s a train every few minutes from the station across the road, with a big queuing system out the front of the station, but no toilets on the trains. I didn’t see anything when I was on the train back, but there must be loads of desperate situations with all the drink that’s been drunk and that big queue too. Anyway, I was in the city centre on Ladies’ Day on Grand National weekend this year, just as the crowds were arriving back from the racecourse. I popped into McDonalds, as you do, because I needed to grab something to eat, everywhere was rammed and I didn’t have much time. This was just opposite the station where the trains were bringing them back into the city, so a lot of them were doing the same as me. They’d closed off the upstairs section, where the toilets were, presumably because it was so busy and they wanted to get people in and out of the building as quickly as possible. There were definitely lots of crossed legs in the queue, although no really obvious shows of desperation. I finally grabbed my dinner and went to sit on the steps outside the main station to eat it in relative peace and wait there for my train, watching the crowds outside as a lot were heading there for their onward journey. Some seemed very anxious to cross the main road outside and get into the station (and the first opportunity for toilets for a while), but there wasn’t a lot to see! I headed inside after I’d finished anyway, just as my train arrived, to see the usual collection of people standing around waiting for it. One girl stood with tightly crossed legs, next to a couple of friends, but I didn’t think much of it. No-one was allowed on the train at first, so that the cleaners could get on and do what they do, which seemed to frustrate this small group! They approached the driver and asked how long it’d be until the train left, and the girl with the crossed legs looked relieved when she was told that it’d be at least twenty minutes – “phew, I’ve got time to go for a wee then” – and they left the scene promptly. As we came through a smaller station in the centre of the next city – quite a busy station, but with no facilities at all, in contrast to the main stations nearby - we were greeted by the sight of a man literally waddling towards the end of the platform, quite openly holding himself before unzipping as he nearly (but not quite) reached the relative shelter of some sort of structure and letting loose a remarkably strong stream as he was still walking! Earlier that day, I’d seen another man quite openly relieving himself against a ticket machine at a tram stop (not much left to the imagination) so it must have been the day for it… Another day, another journey, this time an early morning one on a train where the toilet had already stopped working. It was only a relatively short journey, so no drama – or so I thought. It didn’t take long for the guard to reveal her problem to the driver at the first station, after walking through to the front to check tickets – “I needed the toilet before I left, but I was busy talking and I thought I’d wait until I got on here!” (it turns out that she’d travelled on another train from the depot before waiting at another station to pick this one up and start work). She seemed hopeful that she’d have time to use the toilets at the terminus station, where it’d normally wait for a few minutes before going back out to the nearby city (which is where I was going too). Unfortunately, today wasn’t her day – unusually, the train had to wait at a signal for a freight train to come the other way, which meant that we were a few minutes late into the terminus and they had just enough time to change ends in time to depart again (“I think I’ll be okay – I’ll keep myself busy so I don’t have to think about it”, I think I heard her say). Off we go, then, and it was indeed busy as it’s a peak train into the city now. She kept her composure well, but she’d worked her way back through to the front after a couple of stations and stands to talk to the driver again, crossing her legs tightly, bending forward and pressing her fist into her crotch, partly for effect I’m sure but also as though she was taking the opportunity for some brief respite from having to hide her predicament. “I’m really struggling now”, she admitted, saying that there were a couple of rough bits of track where she’d really had to clench tightly and say “come on, don’t wet yourself now” to herself. Her struggle continued, out of my sight, for about another twenty-five minutes until we finally arrived in the city and she could run off to the toilets on the station. Just another very brief one, on yet another train journey, about an hour long. As soon as the train stopped at one station where we had a couple of minutes before carrying on, the stressed-looking driver emerged from his cab just as a passenger opened the toilet door – right outside the cab door – to go in there. “You’ve got to be joking!”, exclaimed the driver, retreating with a slightly worried look on his face. It was another twenty minutes to the terminus, and the train had barely stopped before he burst through the door once again and pretty much dived into the toilet, which was thankfully (for him) vacant this time!
  8. homeanddry

    24 Hour Hold Live

    I had no idea what Pieology was. I’ve just looked it up. It looks pretty nice! But still... no 😉
  9. homeanddry

    24 Hour Hold Live

    It was a fantastic effort though. Thanks so much for sharing it in such detail! I can’t disagree at all. There’s a place in town here that does excellent pizza in a wood-fired oven. There’s a van that goes around the villages with the same (I’ve never tried that though). I don’t think my homemade pizzas are at all bad either!!
  10. homeanddry

    24 Hour Hold Live

    Probably best to try a bit of both just to be sure!
  11. homeanddry

    24 Hour Hold Live

    Well under four hours to go now! Just need to keep that last 0.5 on the scale under control 🙂
  12. homeanddry

    24 Hour Hold Live

    I reckon you can go longer yet. I’m sure your body will tell you when it’s had enough by giving up on your behalf 🙂 (although I’m very curious about how much you’re actually holding!)
  13. homeanddry

    24 Hour Hold Live

    You can do it! Five-sixths of the way there now!
  14. homeanddry

    24 Hour Hold Live

    Haha, if only they knew! It’d be perfect timing if someone came to the front door now and kept you talking...
  15. homeanddry

    24 Hour Hold Live

    I love the descriptions! Only four (and a bit) hours to go 🙂