Photo-a-Day  (Wednesday, 17th March, 2021)

Electric lights? Luxury, and where’s the little paraffin lamp to stop it freezing up in winter? And the Daily Mirror hanging on a piece of string? This is definitely a posh version.

Blimey never seen an outdoor toilet for many years since I was a child we used to have one in the 60s. I didn't think that they exhisted anymore.

Just knew this was his before i even scrolled down, it says it all about him and his pics.

I really miss Dave Oy's photos.

The lavatory is too flimsy to be authentic. There's no chain hanging down and the mark on the wall looks very suspicious to me as there's no newspaper squares on a nail.
Yes it's definitely a Mick pic.

Outside Lav ?? When I was a young lad during world War 2, our toilet
was really outside, in a tiny shed at the bottom of the back yard. If the
weather was a bit duff, I would put on my cap and raincoat to go to and
from the toilet. Happy days.

Love the 3x2 holding the box up, better safe than sorry ????

Takes me straight back to my childhood does that....we still had an outside toilet and no bath in 1971 when they demolished our house in Ince and moved us to Platt Bridge. All the neighbours had neat squares of newspaper hung on a string until about the mid-sixties when we all swapped to horrible Izal or Bronco toilet rolls, but we just had a HUGE nail in the back of the lavvy door onto which my Dad rammed the News of the World in its entirety, so I used to read all the juicy stories that were a bit beyond my understanding when I was a young girl! I can remember reading about The Profumo Affair week after week and have often thought since that those glamorous young ladies wouldn't be at all flattered to know I read of their exploits sitting on the loo!

I think it as been modernized a bit, but it is an Lav and its Outside and its in Hindley.

Luxury Ray, when I was young we had to share our outside lav with the whole terrace so we had a Lav rota saying what time of the day you could use it.

This would have been bog standard back in the day.

Notice a lock is on the one next door. Reminds me of the row of lavs situated in the communal back yard directly behind Lower Ince Labour club. These served the shops with living space of Warrington road.

this site is getting worse shape up mick

Very posh!

Doe anyone remember the hard Izal toilet roll which was usually in the outdoor toilets, which smelled of disinfectant!

That is definitely a posh version DTease, ours had a chain that you pulled, with the box above your head.. Irene you made me laugh, about The News of the World.Thats just how I remember it, being hung in the loo.

The old broadsheet Wigan Observer was the biggest, suit everyones backside.

In Answer to Julie:

If I remember right, Izal used to be in square boxes as well as rolls. My Mum and Dad had a pub and it was luxury when the 'proper' stuff came along.

This is quite posh compared to my Grandads petty in Crooke.

The corporation muck cart was full reet up tert brim
the corporation driver driver fell in and couldn`t swim
he sank to the bottom, just like a ducky stone
then began to sing "ther`s no place like home"

I remember them pettys in Crooke vividly Giles.

Crooke must have been one of the last locations in the entire cosmos to adopt water closets, as they still used the old galvanised pails as late as 1967 that I know of, possibly later.

The Roman legions employed a far advanced system at Vindolanda, aeons previously....

Now, on the central reservation of the Rainford by-pass where I whiled away my precious infancy, I recall we had to make do with a state of the art enamel pot in the centre of the eastbound overtaking lane,.....so as you can imagine,
going to the bog in those days could be a bit of a lottery.

So don't start moaning to me about Izal and Bronco,......back then, us lot were obliged to use a bunch of nettles fastened to the end of a stick with a Jubilee clip.

A tad bit uncomfortable admittedly, especially if the Jubilee clip got snagged, yet strangely invigorating, and undoubtedly character forming.

So, I owe nothing to the gutter press tabloids.
I am wot I am today, thanks not to Fleet Street,
No!, I owe it all to the humble stinging nettle.
So, all hail to urtica dioica....You can eat 'em as a salad, or you can even make pop with'em,...as well as using 'em for wot we used 'em for.
Why not try it for an unforgettable experience?

I bet there's some growing abundantly outside the lavvy door Ozy.