So i waltz into the mitchell Library in Glasgow the other day trying to trace the name of the man who my mum was married to before my dad. ( YES I DID JUST FIND OUT HE MAY BE MY REAL DAD HENCE THE NEED TO CONTACT HIM!)
Anyway after an hour or so the 3 bottles or ribena and an egg roll at breakfast kick in and i must make my 11.35 appointment with the bathroom fairy. Imagine my delight when sitting on the pan i look up and there, like a vision, in graffiti is the following :
" - Dace "
I feel honoured to have sat on the same toilet seat big man