On the train to York today and at about Chesterfield I could feel a gurgling in my stomach... must have been the rumbling motion of the train combined with a large bowl of sugar puffs at 4:45am. By the time we hit Sheffield I was shuffling in my seat.. at Wakefield I had a sweat on. Now, before I carry on I will admit I refuse to use train toilets... mainly as once I was using one and the door opened (despite me locking it) and a few people caught a view of me shaking piss off the end of my todger.
Leeds came and went and I was grimacing and almost delusional. Finally got to York and I was hobbled off, everything was in slow motion. I was scanning for the 'Toilets' sign like the Terminator. Platform 4 was my refuge! I walked in the style of an Olympic speed walker expect I was wearing brogues and had a laptop bag draped over my shoulder. As I approached my utopia I suddenly feared what would happen if all the cubicles were full? I'd have to do it in the sink and just pretend I was a raving lunatic that needed psychological help. Luckily 1 of the 3 cubicles were vacant. I thanked God, Allah and Ganesh as I dropped my trousers and let rip. I think I actually howled like a wolf in pleasure. All I will say, if you were in the toilets at 9:30am I can only apologise for the noises and stench that came out of the middle cubicle.