|I could smell the toilets the very second I walked into the pub. All of the locks had been broken off of the cubicle doors and had not been replaced. There was no toilet paper in the holder, just a half soaked roll on the shelf. I could literally feel the uric acid burning the back of my throat as I breathed. Whilst I stood at the urinal, I noticed there was a tapestry of dried up bogeys stuck to the wall in front of my which actually mad me gag.
The only thing worse than the smell of these toilets was the glass they served my beer in.