Last Friday afternoon I was on a tram in Manchester having just left Piccadilly Gardens on the way to Old Trafford to watch the Lancs v Yorks Twenty20 cricket match. Then son Andrew pointed out the pissoire in the street ... Completely open to the street.
Honestly, I couldn't believe it. Where is the dignity and privacy in that? Where are we living, France?
Turns out there's a pissoire in Halifax too.
DW
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