17/09/2025
Just because you finish your degree, doesn’t mean you stop learning. Back for a special postgraduate post, upon fervent recommendation, your brave author voyaged to the heart of the arts, our own Napier building. Up the lift to the top floor- nay the penthouse- sat what was foreshadowed as one of the best urinations of my further studies. As I braved the shockingly dark corridor (whereby a phone flashlight was required to see), I emerged into an ethereal bathroom bathed in light from golden hour- known to the world after uni as “quitting time”. Here, your educated author was astonished to see a breathtaking view of the campus that gave us degrees, and potentially STIs, judging on some of these other toilets. The sights were astonishing, the toilets clean and unremarkable, and bonus points for paper towel composting. Whilst the toilet itself struggled to flush, this author couldn’t help but enjoy the tranquil breeze that fluttered in through the ajar window. Golden hour? No! Golden shower. What a sight! What a building! Have these arts students been hiding more from us plebeians in stem? All in all, a wonderful p**s. 10/10
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