The Bricklayers Arms, Shoreditch

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London please find me

Having something to read on the toilet is nothing new, people have been scrawling “Sharon woz ere” on the back of toilet doors since the dawn of time. However it has only been recently, or perhaps I have only just become aware to the fact, that people seem to be using the toilet door as a greater means of expression. A cry for help. An unrequited love. A secret.

With the anonymity of the web and social crazes like chat rooms, forums, Twitter and Post Secret, we have been used to being able to find a vent for our thoughts whenever they occur. So when they occur whilst trying to hold your skirt up, hovering over a urine soaked floor at 2am, it’s only natural that we should want to share them.

These thoughts came to me as I was half cut in a bar in Hoxton and saw the words “London please find me” edged into the wood in front of me. I wanted to find her. And give her a hug.

This blog is dedicated to all those who have felt the need to escape the company they’re in and retire to the sanctuary of the public toilet to tell the world what they are thinking.