Luxair had a VC8 many years ago which broke, fortunately on the ground, and considerable corrosion was found in the vicinity of the toilets. Yhe a/c was purchased IIRC from Pakistan.
Lon, Eastern Provincial Airways had a Dart Herald come apart in the air due to corrosion in the forward lav area. The autopsy on the stewardess found she's died of a heart attack. They figured, since she was sitting in the back, she watched the airplane split in two.
Anyone who's done the Hajj flights out of Africa will be familiar with the problem. The dumpsters require hosing out on occasion as the crap is so well distributed in the cubicle.
I done a few Haj's too yonks ago in the Whale. One trip the filth and utter stench got so bad downstairs that the skipper decreed the upper deck dunny (which was so far unscathed) be closed off fully to the unwashed and declared CREW ONLY. From then on it became unwritten Co policy for future trips.
UN biology scientists say they know how SARS and similar exotic diseases start in SE Asia, but after a couple of years doing trips like this I have my own theories...
[quote] ExSp33db1rd Since we've descended to these depths ......
The Bristol Britannia 312 had a small cubicle at the front of the cabin just large enough for a small urinal pot on the wall, and so was suitably labelled " Gents "
Flt. deck door opened one night and a giggling steward whispered in the engineers ear, who smiled knowingly and started writing in the Tech Log. He then showed me what he had written ... "Gents urinal used as arsenal, please clean" ...
At the next stop the engineers cleaned said urinal and wrote in the Tech. Log
wait for it ........
Rectumfied.
( passengers were all of a - unamed here - nationality situated remote from the British Isles, but my lips are sealed less I be banned for being racist, but which caused a certain Enoch Powell to make a subsequent, oft quoted, remark ) [quote]
passengers were all of a - unamed here - nationality situated remote from the British Isles, but my lips are sealed less I be banned for being racist,
What a wonderful world this has turned out to be ! I can write that the two men from Ghana who looked after my father-in-law as he lay in a coma for years in London were the most gentle, loving and caring people ever (which is true) but TX350 and others can't make statements of equally veracity saying that members of some races are less than clean in their personal habits (to put it mildly).
It's no wonder that younger people will grow up with a biased view of the world.
My bored light hearted observation about noisy hotel rooms in the USA caused by a toilet flush has led to comments on Government interferance, Japanese Toilets, plane crashes, inpromptu operational proceedures of Haj flights, Cherry Blossom, homosexuality and now racism!
Some friends in a village in which I used to live were having the bathroom in their cottage redone by contractors. Included were the installation of a bidet and a full length mirror. Now, I have only heard this once, but, apparently, a bidet is mounted facing the wall, which makes sense since that's where all the knobs and controls are located.
Said husband and wife spent the days at their offices while the contractor and his assistant did the work. The time apparently came to mount the full length mirror and, having not been given any specific instructions, the blokes put it in the most visually accessible but out-of-the-way spot they could think of - on the wall behind the bidet. The missus comes home to have a look at the work done that day, takes one look at the placement of mirror, imagines the obvious, and says "I'm not having that!". Mirror was moved the next day.
I have to admit to coming from a bidetless country and have no idea how the hell the things are supposed to be used and, being a fully-grown, worldly, adult male, am too embarrassed to admit that, so I remain ignorant. Which is not to say one hasn't tried to figure it out on occasion. Which leads me to the story which took place in a hotel in Paris.
Confronted with a bidet educational opportunity in le loo, curiousity reared its ugly damned head, so I bent over the thing and opened one of the valves just a smigde to see what function it contained. As is often the case in hotels, small turns of valves release big industrial pressures, so a ferocious jet of cold water shot right past my left eyeball and, in the split second before I could shut off the valve, completely drenched the ceiling. I was then frozen in place, somewhat in shock that I had nearly blinded myself with a bidet, taking in what happened, imagining what that A&E report would have sounded like, when I started getting rained on as the ice-cold water on the ceiling then started completing its journey and soaked my back.
At that point, I thought, "Sod this!" and, my curiosity neither satisfied nor even any longer present, I gave up on the whole thing and wandered off to find a towel.
To this day I remain just as ignorant on their use and, quite frankly, don't wanna know.
It's no wonder that younger people will grow up with a biased view of the world.
Not sure that I understand your riposte ? Apologies for that if I misunderstand?
Are you suggesting that young people should be protected from knowing facts that 'others' may find objectionable - and who is to decide which 'others' should be allowed to make that decision ? A 'democratic' administration or a 'dictatorship' ??
The event I described was a fact - I wasn't criticising, just reporting in line with the drift of the thread at that stage, OK, I did think it might raise a smile and deliberately didn't mention any specific nationality.
It occurred during a period in UK history when the Gov't encouraged, and assisted, Immigration from certain parts of the World, which led Enoch Powell to make his well known prediction, sadly proving to be true.
The young should be told, not to do do is selective censorship.
American woman on first visit to France and seeing a bidet for the first time asks the hotel porter, "Is that to wash the baby in?"
"Non madame, that is to wash the baby out."
You are acquiring an Australian accent? Perhaps they do that in NZ too?
I just had a great idea for an Australian keyboard - a '?' where the '.' is
I grew up for the first few years with an outdoor dunny. A friend of mine is a great proponent of these, pooh-poohing the notion of an en suite lavatory. He's right.
When Mrs SO and I go away, I take great pains not to ruin the mood by playing the brown trombone before introducing the pink oboe. When we visit places where things are a bit dangerous, we concur on a staggered arrival at breakfast so that we can 'do our hair'.
Is it a particularly white Christian thing to find defecation such a horrible subject?
ExSp33db1rd, not often I get so much mirth out of seven simple words, thanks for that. Would love to meet the flying spanner in question.
By your leave, Sir, far to good to be consigned to the history books, may I make that entry, modified as appropriate, into the aircraft logs at my airline, next suitable opportunity?
By your leave, Sir, far to good to be consigned to the history books, may I make that entry, modified as appropriate, into the aircraft logs at my airline, next suitable opportunity?
Just had a new bathroom fitted, and opted for the new 'cooled' toilet dispenser/roller paper holder. It's bliss after a Vindaloo. If anyone is near the South East you must call in and give it a try.
This is a tale from Indian mythology. Faeces leave your body at, surprisingly enough, your body temperature which is usually about 37C. As for the spices, the human anus is not capable of distinguishing between sweet and sour as it lacks the coprophagic taste buds necessary to make such distinctions. But thank you for the invitation.
Cavort....." As for the spices, the human anus is not capable of distinguishing between sweet and sour" My ass does after a Vindaloo. The feel of cooled paper is a relief which could only described as 'Heaven' when one wipes.
At times, I've just sat on the loo hoping for a new wipe may be required.
