I’m glad I’m writing about this folding urinal after lunch and not before, there’s nothing I hate more in this world than the aroma of urinals. An aroma which wiffs out of the mens’ toilets in bars as you walk past them to the ladies, I might hastily add. It’s not as though I spend my time checking them out. Ooh dear, I’m digging a deep hole here…

Small city flats or bathrooms more concerned with huge bathtubs than toilet space would be the perfect location…