It’s rather disconcerting to enter a stall in a public lavatory, sit down – and see your own name staring back at you on the inner door advertising.
Does this mean I’ve really hit the big-time?
/Ducks in preparation for some really bad loo puns
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By day: cell biologist at UCL. By night: novelist, broadcaster, science writer, sci-lit-art pundit, blogger and Editor of LabLit.com. I blog about my life in science, not the facts and figures.
I spoke at the Scottish Storytelling Centre earlier this year. It’s a lovely venue… didn’t spot myself in the loo, though.
This pun from @scientist_me on Twitter:
Did you feel flushed with pride?
Yes, it was a lovely venue – and what a nice concept. I bet you were in the loo too…perhaps you didn’t visit a stall, she muses delicately?
Speaking of loo–that reminds me of a very well known journal editor who once received a letter from an enraged scientist whose paper he had recently rejected: “Dear Editor, I am now sitting in the smallest room in my house and your letter of rejection will soon be on a long and complex journey…”
That is, I must admit, an advertising strategy I’ve never seen (although perhaps in men’s rooms nobody bothers, opting for eye-level posters above the urinals instead).
Google tells me that the SSC is in Edinburgh… any chance of a blog post describing the trip? Long time since I’ve been there. 🙁
In the loos of the Otago Museum, you sit down to face a small poster in nearly identical framing as the one you show telling you how poo is made. (Intended to educate and, I guess, amuse kids.)