As a card-carrying male, I am able only to comment on male toilets. My nominations are:
Worst: Chemistry building, outside the lecture theatre on the lower ground floor. Rumour has it that the smell of the toilet once drove an insane person sane.
Honourable mention: Fisher, and any other toilet that has been besquirted by so many, many asses (or arses, if you prefer) for so long, so regularly.
Best: {Like with travel books, the mere mention of a good place can change it, for the worse probably. Still, the truth must be told, and I assume few will read this} Old Teachers Building, ground floor. Big, rarely used, well lit, a real pleasure to … ahem…, or just pass the time.
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I just read your cryogenics article. Good one! Your name is up there in lights.
When I first read the article, I thought, "Are people seriously doing this? Didn't they watch Demolition Man, where Stallone gives a spirited performance as a frozen cop who had a nightmare for 50 years in which his wife was banging her fists on the ice?"
But then I thought, for those who are willing to risk waking up in an unknown world, why not?
That's my two cents. No-one asked for your opinion, Mike!
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