Will the last one out please turn off . . .

Okay, so like I found myself on Van Ness at like 11 p.m. and in need of the - ahem - "gentleman's repository" having spent far too much time at Tommy's (yeah I know, I know) and as much as I like the 'people of the street' I ignored their advice and passed on utilising the bus stop cubicle!

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San Francisco is a wonderful city to live and/or be in, but unlike Birmingham, or Warwick, or London or even Glasgow, free, available (and clean) public 'facilities' are unheard of! I know we now have those 'cute' little pay-and-go French imports, but DUDE! Really?

Besides, remember the 'people of the street' mentioned earlier, there went my spare change!!

Okay, so imagine 'sneaking' into city hall in the middle of the night, seeking relief, only to find "the light at the end of the tunnel" belonging to a security guard with no sense of humor! At All!!!

The obvious puns aside, relief was found beneath the light pictured here (inside the sought after room)