The Stakis Hotel … opposite Scotland yard.
I’m in the lounge bar rubbing shoulders with MP’s, Harrier jump jet pilots, captains of industry, celebrities, etc, celebrating my global innovation success. The place is LUXURY on a scale hard to comprehend and it even has a ‘Divisional Bell’ that chimes to warn MP’s to get back to the House of Commons when important matters of state have to be voted upon.
Anyway, I need the loo.
You’ll smile at this small town boy’s following observations of the rich and famous. 🙂
I locate the ‘Gentleman’s washroom’, complete with it’s own immaculately dressed attendant in a dicky bow tie and DJ.
“Good evening, Sir”.
My eyes leap out of their sockets like a Disney cartoon character as I view the vast, pristine, 2 storey cathedral of a washroom with it’s gold taps, elegant WC cubicles and an Italian terrazzo polished, marble tiled floor so, so glass like as to be a work of art in it’s own right.
And then I spot something utterly, utterly bizarre and ridiculously breathtaking!
I look to my right and down … and thanks to the Newtonian laws of optics, I cannot fail to notice that there is an image being ported straight to the back of my retina courtesy of the phenomenum of the reflected light bouncing under the saloon style doors of the cubicle via a 12” gap betwixt marbled floor and bottom of door.
I can see the reflection of a man sitting on the toilet!
His knees, his trousers round his ankles, the works!
How crazy and bizarre is that?
These people, these MP’s, these celebrities live in such a luxurious world that they choose to pave their floors with marble so glass-like, so opulent and reflective that it bounces a private intimate image of them doign their business and beams it right back out into the room!
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