Bog etiquette

Yeah, so one of the highlights of the day was trying to clean the toilet. Repeat some affirmations, look at it from an angle and think of Mariah Carey...it's not so terrible. What I find particularly disconcerting is the inevitable supply of reading material that winds up in the wee room. (Oh lord, I just want to digress into all the euphemisms, so many, my particular favourite toilet door sign thus far is "Tis Here" and I will save the rest for another occasion). Frankly I don't want to touch it to remove it. Why the hell can't people just hit the metamucil? Though as I live in a vegan household I would not have thought we would have such -err- congestion issues. It's like they are gleefully reconciling themselves to an half hour of wasted time um, eliminating waste. Reading an issue of Deadline is not going to make it any more fruitful and that rag isn't even absorbant.

My god, some households even have book shelves of material. Clearly people who are either gravely inconsiderate, or who have lived with 2 bathrooms their whole lives. Really, people should just get jobs so thy can take a dump on work time using work toilet paper. Then my flat might not degenerate in its periodic toilet paper wars.

Isn't it interesting, in that photo the loose end of the paper is against the wall rather than facing the room. Is it because they wanted to cut back on unnecessary usage?

Reading between the lines and other bad puns

It has reached that time again, the onset of TOILET PAPER WARS at my flat. Who will crack first? What will become of us all? At present I imagine everyone is extraodinarily pleased with my aquisition of this weeks Signal, the new look TV Times from the ODT. I was a bit concerned when I saw it in the toilet, half ripped up. Would we all be left with inkstains on our posteriori? Nasty paper cuts? Suffer from the lack of Aloe moisture care? One never knows, since the paper formula was changed to make it non-flammable.
One thing I am glad to say, it is flushable. So all other cash strapped households out there, it's A-OK! And, loyal blog readers, you will all be informed should our toilet explode or the plumbing die.
This kind of bog roll issue seems to be a recurrant theme of flats I have lived in, though, as yet, I am not able draw any conclusions about who will cave first and buy. We have the whole phone book to get through yet, so perhaps I will never know. All I know is that it will not be me - I brought the last lot of toilet paper home, and the Signal.