We're taking a bit of a breather while the world rearranges its underpants. Meanwhile, the other blog is here.

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

I want my Dada

Some clown has decided to empty his bowels in the hand basin in the gents on the lending floor. At least, that's the story as we first heard it. Sybil explains to the staff room:

"A group of lads went into the gents and watched each other crapping in the sink. We didn't know they were in until they came out."

"We'll have to put a CCTV camera in there."

"Have you considered that it might have been a bit of performance art? We should have a webcam in there."

"Well, whatever it is, Seth's had to clean it up."

Let's hope the Catty Examiner doesn't get to hear about it. All Hell will break loose once they find out we've been at an important art installation with a bottle of Max Strength Bleach.


Ms Scarlet said...


librarylizzie said...


Ladybird World Mother said...

There has to be the most brilliant joke here somewhere. No doubt I'll think of one...in the night...and forget it by morning....
meanwhile... ick, too.

The Topiary Cow said...

Thank the gods for Max strength bleach. And gloves.

It appears soon that Helminthdale will have the same accoutrements for bathrooms as are seen in many stateside facilities, namely, locked doors and a security guard.

Though in the library Cow is thinking of, it wasn't crap in the sink but johns in the ladies, along with accompanying payment for services rendered, which brought about the crackdown.


Kevin Musgrove said...

Ms Cow: ssshh! If our councillors got to hear that we'd be given an income target for 'services rendered.'