Tippler toilets down the yard, pitch black.
No chain,
ripped up newspapers down the drain.
No lights,
not even a candle on cold winter nights.
Constipation cured when the cat runs in
and the rat runs out.
No locks,
just scream and shout
when you pull up your kecks
and scamper out !
Ah yes, I remember these well. I used to like the outside loo as a lad. Used to sit out there with the door ajar watching and admiring the rain. Can I say that? They seemed more hygenic and if you think about it (Although it is now the norm in our civilization) Do you really want to shit in the house? Nicely captured. Win
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Harry O'Neill
Fri 3rd Feb 2012 22:50
Ah be fair, Win, It was arse-icicle bloody freezin` out there.And -without a light - you never knew what was creepin` down the wall.
Give me a good, heart warmin`, soul satisfyin` shit in a warm house any day.