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This evening I was in one of the 97 male toilets that UQ St Lucia possesses, attempting to make myself respectable for the fascinating psychology lecture about to start. UQ toilets are wonderfully ancient horrors of porcelain and not-quite-stainless steel. Each one is different - some have movie-theatre troughs, some have urinal bowls. Others have what I can only describe as a half-cylinder of ceramic US-military-defence of your privacy in proper 1950s homophobic fashion.

It’s a pleasant change from going on 5 years of depressingly sameish office toilets, all grey 35cm-from-the-ground stalls with the only variety lent by the toilet paper dispenser, whether the hand dryer is one of those ones with the sign on it that became so popular in certain circles, or which extremely implausible colour the soap is.