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Man's four days trapped in toilet
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/scot
An extract from the journal of the man trapped in a toilet
Day One: I have come to be entombed within this lavatory. The door handle came away in my hands as I tried to leave. I have searched all the corners and I cannot find another means of escape or a way of communication with the outside world, other than writing "HELP" backwards across the window in my own faeces.
Day Two: Running low on food. I have decided to ration the packets of mints I had in my pocket. Each day at 12 noon I shall eat one mint, and hope it is enough to keep my strengths up. If the worst comes to the worst there is always the urinal cakes.
Day Three: The nights are the worst. The plumbing rattles ominously and I'm never sure if it's going to be a wild alligator from the sewers which climbs out the toilet or just another cockroach. For amusement I have taken to wrapping myself in toilet paper and pretending I'm a mummy.
Day Four: I fear cabin fever may be setting in as Wilson and I had a heated argument earlier today over food rations. It was only after I attempted to find him to apologise for my outburst did I remember that Wilson wasn't real.
Day Five: Release! I was found by some of the local people earlier who allowed me my liberty after my four days in my stinking gaol. I returned to my game of bowls which I had started four days ago, but bowls is so dull nobody had really noticed I had been missing.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/scot
An extract from the journal of the man trapped in a toilet
Day One: I have come to be entombed within this lavatory. The door handle came away in my hands as I tried to leave. I have searched all the corners and I cannot find another means of escape or a way of communication with the outside world, other than writing "HELP" backwards across the window in my own faeces.
Day Two: Running low on food. I have decided to ration the packets of mints I had in my pocket. Each day at 12 noon I shall eat one mint, and hope it is enough to keep my strengths up. If the worst comes to the worst there is always the urinal cakes.
Day Three: The nights are the worst. The plumbing rattles ominously and I'm never sure if it's going to be a wild alligator from the sewers which climbs out the toilet or just another cockroach. For amusement I have taken to wrapping myself in toilet paper and pretending I'm a mummy.
Day Four: I fear cabin fever may be setting in as Wilson and I had a heated argument earlier today over food rations. It was only after I attempted to find him to apologise for my outburst did I remember that Wilson wasn't real.
Day Five: Release! I was found by some of the local people earlier who allowed me my liberty after my four days in my stinking gaol. I returned to my game of bowls which I had started four days ago, but bowls is so dull nobody had really noticed I had been missing.
