Back along in me witness days, two mates of mine and I would often go backpacking together and we used to have this tradition of peeing on the fire just before leaving the site to see who best could dampen and/or put the thing out. Hmmmmm Keith, if you're reading this as a lurker in Devon, sorry. Anyway unbeknown to him, I'd put into the fire a sealed tin of semileena, however you spell it, there he was quite happily peeing away, a steady stream steaming onto the hot ashes below, when BANG!! the ruddy tin exploded covering him head to toe and his todger too in boiling hot semillena, he were'nt too happy, I can tell ee, burn't the end of his willy it did. His brother and I though thought it was hilarious. Wellllll, how the hec was I to know the darn thing would explode like that eh?
Talking of loos, one thing I cannot stand is the thought that those hot air dryers, used for drying your hands, are basically sucking in foul urinated air / moisture from the bog area, then blowing it directly back onto your hands, ruddy great whoever thought of that one.
The other thing is when you're pee comes out quite warm and steams. Especially when your peeing in the long trough ones. Tis ruddy awful, smelling that steam or someone elses going right up your nose, same with proper bogs. Whatever smell just came out the last arse is now being regurgitated by passing up my lungs into my nose and lungs, Glastonbury Festival toilets have to be seen to be believed on that one, what a pong!!