Brendan O’Neill discovers that public lavatories are plastered with government propaganda, much of it telling us how disgusting we are
Under the Blair terror, you can’t even take a piss in peace. The other day, standing at a urinal in a plush cinema in north London, I found myself staring at a notice on the wall in front of me.
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