Went to the pub last night, after the Thursday meet and training session with my dive club. It’s a good way to socialise, plan trips and engage in a lot of geek talk!
The pub is not in the busiest part of town, tucked away in a side street, the sort of place where locals hang out for a pint in the evening, well and us diving lot! To my surprise, the toilet has been transformed into a police line-up/ identity parade/mugshot background, with height markings on the wall, and the waning:
“Get caught drink driving and you’ll be processed like any other criminal. think!”
I’m still confused if I should be inspired by the doom and gloom transformation of a bog to a shady police station ID parade room, or anxious and alerted where Big Brother is going to haunt me next. Is it asked too much to take a leak in peace? All they need to do now is force the landlord to install CCTV and your mugshot is on it’s way to a police DB.
Or, maybe, I should read the sign properly. “Get caught..” ! Ah, sorted then. Go have a drink, just don’t get caught. That makes feel so much better, lesson learnt.
