Soho Toilets

Forgot to mention that yesterday evening, after work, I went by the toilets in Soho to check out the action. The cleaner, who always gets busy during the rush hour so as to discourage any naughty behaviour, was handling a bin bag of garbage right at the bottom of the stairs. One guy was at the urinal; I used a cabin. He then left quickly and, as I was washing my hands, a youngish (and pimply) boy arrived and gave me the eyes as I walked out.

Old Compton Street always gives me the heebie jeebies. Something about that paranoia of being constantly judged and eyed up by every single male.

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