A tweet from Sir Tessa (not sure I should post her actual id or even her name so I shall play it relatively safe) has prompted this post.
"Protip: always confirm the presence of toilet paper committing to a cubicle"
Words of wisdom indeed.
This made me think not just of my own proclivity in trying to ensure at least some source of paper is to hand (surprising how well an old supermarket docket can do the deed), but also of one of the slightly more bizarre methods I have learned of in the past.
Back in the day, I was in the SAS (Saturdays and Sundays). That's right - I was a proud serving member of that august body dedicated to defending our right to get shitfaced in the mess, the Australian Army Reserve.
Now like all good little footsloggers, I put on my 'L' plates and toddled off to recruit camp (what the Seppos call Boot Camp). There I learned the use of the special toilet paper that came as part of the ration packs issued to you when going bush. This special toilet paper was shiny, tough and made far better writing paper than it did a bum-wiper. The number twos did not so much get wiped off as pushed around from one spot to another if used in the conventional manner.
You see, there was a special trick to using this toilet paper.
It came already folded in half. The trick was to then tear a small square from the middle of said folded sheet of toilet paper.
Now place that small square safely to one side - don't lose it as it plays a particularly important function.
Unfold the square of arse-wiper and stick your index finger through the hole so it is sticking up out of said square.
Proceed to wipe your bum-crack with your index finger. Once said crack is sufficiently wiped to your satisfaction, pull the paper back up your finger, wiping it clean.
Oh, and the little torn-out square I told you to save? Use that to wipe under your fingernail.
Ahhhh the joys of serving your nation!