This is my favourite story about a public underground loo. It doesn't sound much when it is written down but whenever I think about it, I have to smile.
One Saturday night in the 60’s we ran two girls home to Worcester we had met at a night club in Birmingham. As it was about 4.a.m. when we finally dropped them off we decided to get our heads down in the car for a couple of hours before heading back to Brum.On waking about 7 a.m. we headed the nearest toilets for a wash and brush up.
The nearest one was at the head of Bridge Street. After availing ourselves of the facilities and giving the attendant a generous tip. We asked the attendant where was the nearest café we could get some breakfast his reply was “you are joking aren’t you” (it was a Sunday in 1965)He next words were “if you are hungry I can do you something”.
Smiling to ourselves we agreed, he cooked us one of the best mixed grills I have ever eaten the full works. We left there thanking him profusely as he would not accept a penny in payment.
Sadly that underground toilet has gone the same way as many of its ilk, but I can never visit Worcester or think about the city without smiling and recalling how I ate a full English breakfast in a public convenience there.
Phil