One of my earliest experiences of desperation and wetting was when my Dad, my two brothers and I were in church for a regular service. After about half an hour, I felt the need to go to the toilet. I tugged at my Dad’s trousers. He snapped, “Why can’t you hold it in?” I cried…
Author: The Bathroom
Hello world!
Welcome to our new-look website. It’s been a long time (some might say too long), but we have finally moved. The last site was Flash-based, but many of you didn’t like it, so we, after delays and much wrangling, have brought in the changes. In order to make sense of most of our content, we…