Man’s Best Friend Redeemed: The Japanese Dunny

I stepped into my hotel room and closed the door. It was my first trip to Tokyo and I had been led through lightly falling snow to a hotel near the company offices. I’d been so thrilled at experiencing my first ever snowfall that I hadn’t noticed where I’d arrived until I tried to take off my coat. My right fist smashed into the room wall: that was a surprise. The next surprise was realizing that I had inadvertently let myself into a storage closet – no, wait, it wasn’t a storage closet because there was a bed and . . . → Read More: Man’s Best Friend Redeemed: The Japanese Dunny

Dunnies I have Known Part the Second

Much of my reading as a child was done in a toilet. In this I followed a male family tradition and had to stand in line behind my father who read anything in the paperback line and my brother who was at university and favored thick hardbacks with German titles, usually waiting for my grandfather to emerge with his arms full of newspapers and billiard club newsletters. Being the youngest I would wait patiently, shifting gingerly from foot to foot, my Adventures of Biggles clenched between my teeth until my betters had had their fill or should that be . . . → Read More: Dunnies I have Known Part the Second

Dunnies I Have Known Part One

Admin note: “Dunnies” – Australian slang for toilet. This probably seems at first glance to be a dangerously off-color posting, but please, dear reader, please reflect that life is not always lived leaping across the stage, or dominating the board-room, or even swanning winningly through crowds of adoring admirers. It is an inescapable fact of life that sooner or later paupers and even princes and kings have to take a dump, and usually many – the human bowel movement is a great leveler – and where, how, and with what success the act is accomplished deserve some thoughtful contemplation . . . → Read More: Dunnies I Have Known Part One