The rustle of a newspaper from the next cubicle sounded the death knell for the toilet stand off. He stood up and began wiping.
“I wish I’d gone for pine instead of this MDF rubbish” thought Blackbeard as he replaced his plank for the fourth time in two years
Whisky at lunch had been a big mistake. His eyelids finally gave in and his head crashed on to the keyboard, his nose landing on delete
The fire alarm rang to signal the two minute silence but something told him interrupting his pee mid-stream was bad for his health
He was unsure about publicising his belief in UFOs until his brother gave him the boost he needed – “Go on Ed, people respect honesty”