Or something else in Loo?
Sometimes GNER gets it right. Only ten minutes late at Kings Cross. But you can see that they have resigned themselves to the loss of the East Coast Franchise-the same old running stock and the same old loos with water (one hopes) on the floor-usually one in three out of action which can mean a lenghty dash with crossed legs only to find the door shut on you by a fat lady, constipated and determined to read War and Peace with one finger.
You can always try the old trick of knocking on the door and calling 'Tickets please' and when she emerges ask her politely to vacate the loo. But, what do you do if the only response is for a ticket to emerge under the door? You feel a bit of a twit-too difficult to explain shouting through the door while she is straining at her leash, as it were And pretending to be a ticket inspector is probably punishable by prison, or if no room, deportation
And for all your cunning your legs are still crossed.
Until the next station-all loos vacated but you are not allowed to use them.
Get a bigger bladder? But not, apparently, on the NHS. Bladder enlargement is more expensive than boob jobs.
Conundrum As Big Jim might say.
