GOODBYE GRAFITTI - THE DEATH OF A COTTAGE INDUSTRY

There was a time, and it can’t be that long ago because even at the tender age of 26 years old I can remember it, but there was a time when no matter where you were there was a public toilet. Not one sat on every street corner like my nostalgia addicted memory tries to trick me into believing, but certainly two or three in the center of a small town, and that is not including places like department stores, bus and train stations, parks and the like.

And I remember this quite clearly because I used to love to frequent them, and especially the less well kept, council run brick lodges that seemed to have been plonked quite purposely in a back street just out of the way of the shops, away from nice places where the nice people went.
They were everywhere. .....

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