| Comment | You’re a total deviant if you think John Lewis is the place to go - I wouldn’t let a dog shite in there. You can fucking smell them from the escalators outside. Every time I’ve been there (and only because I was desperate) it’s been honking. I blame it on all the old pensioner blokes and their old man bowels, that are getting dragged in to town by their wives. Every time, each pan has the biggest skid marks I’ve been seen, in a trajectory that does not make anatomical sense, and cannot be shifted by a piss chisel.
Princes Square has toilets you could let out as a studio apartment. |
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