Lush Flush
Before you think it, no I’m not challenging a toilet literally. Ours is broken so I’m going to fix it. But I have no idea how to do this – so it will be tough, tears might be shed, lives may be lost, I could drown in it. Imagine drowning in a toilet? That would be a really humiliating. Hope that doesn’t happen.
This is a real rite-of-passage exercise so it’s a big deal. Will the toilet defeat me? Or will I defeat it? Or will neither of us be defeated.
It’s a rotten task. I’ve only known a toilet seat to break once before, at Uni, and I think I just left it because it was near the end of the tenancy. But that was then and this is now. I’m on the electoral register, I have a tax code and a bit more chest hair. Ergo, I’m a grown-up now. These things need to get sorted.
Want to know how to replace a Toilet Seat then? I made this handy how-to guide. WATCH!
What do you reckon? Good job? Just because I managed to install it doesn’t mean it was a good job. It took me about an hour.
Bit tacky though isn’t it? I imagine BNP members are the only people who buy Union Jack toilet seats. In fact, actually, it’s not really patriotic because you’re pooing through it aren’t you? Confusing.
Did I defeat replacing a toilet seat? Or did I do a stinking job? YOU DECIDE!
Win – you used that music from spaced – and you have dungarees – I have dungarees. Dungarees are cool.
Can someone please buy me a freaking awesome Mac so I can edit videos that play in sync please.