We were out for a run with our best mate and the dog last night and when we ran out of steam we went to the pub (you can carry this athletic thing too far

). Our mate was just back from the far east and talk turned to Japanese lavatories. In the crowded pub garden, I was accusing our mate of being unadventurous and not trying out all the functions. I love all those heating, spraying and hot air things but, cut me a bit of slack, until I was 10, we only had a shared ty bach at the top of the street
So the conversation goes:
Shak: did you try out the hot air?
Mate: No. I didn't know what it would do
Shak: Well, it dries by blowing, ermmm, (slowly and carefully) I FYNY DY BEN OL
I looked up and saw a bloke grin at me but thought no more about it until he said ' nos da i chi', as we left. You never really know ....
