like the toilet, the blog is working again

The toilet is becoming a characterizing feature of Woodstock! Maybe its the house trying to give that festival atmosphere, where one must either pee in a bush or walk a couple of hundred meters to get to a dirty, scary toilet somewhere in the wilderness. Or maybe its just the fact that we have been cursed by the toilet fairy! For those who dont understand, i shall tell you tale or two:

INCIDENT ONE:
Party time, with the culprits photo taken by Mel immediately before the event (see below, Jimmy with a bottle of champagne). The fable tells that Jimmy, in the state we were all in, took his bottle with him to the loo and ended up dropping it on the rim. Smash, Tingle, Flush, SCREAM, Drip. This is the string of events to follow. The side of the bowl was taken out, and so, on flushing, the flusher is sprayed by a one-meter horizontal wave of toilet water! mmm...so, a sign is made, to warn of the serious nature of the toilet malfunction, but people seem to think we are lieing, or its some kind of sick joke. No kids, the joke was on anyone who i saw from then on at the party with wet trouser legs!BAHAHAHA! For visuals see Antons video (you might have to watch his rambling for a while to see it!)

http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=1217530225

so, following the party, if one wanted to pee in the comfort of a room or use a toilet for other purposes one had to walk down to Miskin and use the fabled Bathroom of Filth (for details see the miskin blog). Hmmm...no offense guys, you saved my life, but EWW. Jim is an angel though, and he got it promptly fixed after the weekend.

INCIDENT TWO:
In quite a state after Friday night i awake to nature calling and tottle off to the toiley to...well, you know. To my surprise, the ground feels a littel wobblier than usual, but for those who have walked on our floor you know its always a bit dodgy and for those who saw me on Thursday through Friday you would really expect my stance to be a little wobbly to begin with. So, business as usualy till i im thrown on the ground and the toilet comes off its hinges since the floor below it is collapsing! "Fuck!" i yell, whislt trying to put it back and praying that my pathetic efforts make it usable. Fingers crossed, i flush, i pray, I GET SOAKED! worse than before, now our porcelian water-feature hoses all the way around, there is no escape for the unsuspecting (or suspecting) bystander!

So, again, we mission to Miskin to service our bodily functions and continually swear under our breaths when, hungover and in desperate need to pee, we confront the "SERIOUSLY OUT OF ORDER" sign on the door!

I hope its fixed when i get home, it was funny at first, but now its getting old!