Today I sauntered into the toilets here, minding my own business. As I did so, I smelled the scent of a cigarette. But I could not find the culprit … until I realised that it came from one of the cubicles with a squat toilet. Someone was puffing away while he was crouched low on his haunches. Is that not the ultimate pleasure? Your pants are at your ankles, everything hangs down, you are enveloped in your own rich aroma, and you light up a cigarette to enjoy the moment.

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