Going down the toilet

Whilst out and about yesterday morning, I stopped at Beaconsfield Services on the M40, for a pee.

All these service stations now have advertising posters in the toilets, in front of each urinal – a captive audience.

Fed up with reading about period poverty, I stood in front of a different urinal to the one I usually go to (OK, writing this, I ve just realised that I actually have a favourite urinal at Beaconsfield!) and was so taken aback by the advertising poster before me, that I had to take a photo.

Dear Dyno Rod, you’re a big company, but how could I ever trust you to fix my plumbing, when you can’t even throw some apostrophes in to your advertising?

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