Hello Hobbits
Having had to make some public transport arrangements of late as the NSX is in the workshop enjoying a makeover and lube, i have been exposed to the wittings on walls, often found in public toilets.
Today i found myself a guest at a train station cubicle on the way back from work.
As i sat on the ' throne ', i decided to make some note on the masonry wall, as to my state of mind at the time. I wrote something to the effect....
' and the daemon before vanishing uttered his last three words then fled.."God is dead "
Does anyone have any comical or interesting experiences with toilet cubicle philosophy ??