Italians poo in bins

A five day break in Italy saw me and the Missus in the beautiful tuscan town of Pisa (of leaning tower fame) last Saturday night.

We've both been working lunatic hours recently, and decided we needed a really chilled-out wind-down. So naturally, after checking into our hotel, we went straight out to a lively bar and danced til 3 in the morning. The DJ played 20-minute bursts of brilliant disco, worryingly interspersed with ear-meltingly cheesy europop which was difficult to dance to even ironically, so we had ample opportunity to drink or visit the facilities.

On a trip to the gents, I discovered, to my horror, that a previous client had found it necessary to poo in the waste paper bin. To be fair, it looked as though it had been a fairly pressing matter, but even so, the gentleman in question could surely have aimed at the centre of the bin, rather than the rim and surrounding wall?

I feel sure that an Englishman in similar circumstances would have mopped up the worst of the stippled putrescence. Perhaps with his silk kerchief? I'm not so sure the European Community is such a good idea any more.