What a stink......

Cor, dead posh some people with their quilted big rolls and sewers with silver handles!

 

Aye, not so long ago @Scrungee we were still using the shiny Izel bog roll which was less than useless. Give me a few sheets of "The Daily Snail" any day.
Of course most of the time as many on GC have read I just pee in the garden.

 

goodness me, this is beginning to sound like my campsite. The chatter often gets lavatorial when they sit around under the trees with the wine flowing freely. They chuckle so much sometimes I have to tell them off......and then they chuckle a bit more. so I just have to join in

 

to disappoint you Jiffy

 

I've found that some of the quilted papers can hang and block junctions and bends, we had a problem, so i got the pressure washer into the junction and pipes and cleaned all the scum that gets on the pipes to slove it, but it still blocked, so then i would watch when some one has flushed the loo to see what happerns, i found that the quilted paper would hang on the junction, so now we don't use quilted paper and the problem has gone

 

Time perhaps to re-tell my tale of when I was at Glastonbury Festival.

I was parked up beside a mate who had a Westmoorland Star caravan towed by a Bedford TK, so ended up with a bit of space between the back of my truck and the field hedge as he had quite a long rig.

And blow me, some people pitched a bender in the gap between the back of my vehicle and the hedge, right up against the rear of my vehicle where my toilet extract ventilation was!

It must have been 'festival food' effects, because when using my onboard facilities, I heard those pitched behind me exclaiming "can you smell s**t?", and they thought somebody had done one somewhere around their bender. When they couldn't find it, they got a stick and started poking around in the hedge looking for it.

It was a real struggle stopping myself from laughing at their antics. It happened another couple of times and they never got to the bottom of it.

When were in SW Eire, parked on an almost empty campsite at the back of a beach, some campers pitched their tent beside us, so we fed our stove with wood/seaweed/coal wrapped in wet newspaper until they decide to move to a less smokey location.