Louisa Zissman

Well, why?

Why do they say untick?

Well, now, live, I'm unsubscribing.

Because I kept wondering...

day I've unchecked if I get emails after I've now unchecked this could be a part two so basically I've been thinking I've been unsubscribing they've been really pissing me off you don't understand it's been driving me in fucking sane to the point where I was gonna call them up and I was gonna be like I keep unsubscribing and you keep emulating turns out no I was wrong

Okay, right.

Well, that's been great.

Right, message from Benji next.

Train toilet poo party, it says.

It says, I'll keep this short and pootifully sweet.

Thank you to the lady sharing her traumatic train toilet story last week and congratulations on unlocking a clearly repressed memory for me.

I was riding a train home from London Bridge with an hour to go, absolutely dying for a wee, when I thought I'd braved the train toilet.

Oh, what a mistake.

The door slid open and I was greeted by what I can only describe as a poo party.

What?

Oh.

Oh.

Turds galore next to the sink on the wall on the ceiling.

What the fuck?

Each to their own, but I've never thought my log would look better as a bit of wall decor.