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      <title>On shi**ing (Or, the criticality of the angle of perch)</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gross post alert&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The one thing being suddenly pushed out of my sheltered teenage years into shared hostel accommodation (in a very rugged Nigerian University) taught me, was that squeaky clean loos were a luxury. Growing up,  we didn&amp;rsquo;t live a posh life,  but thanks to &lt;a href=&#34;https://archive.rustgeek.me/2011/03/father-issues/&#34;&gt;theOOhj Snr&lt;/a&gt;&amp;rsquo;s day job  in the academia, we had decent living quarters - complete with a loo I shared with the kid brother. On pain of a severe caning, Mrs RustGeek (Snr), ensured we kept our little loo clean. Unbeknownst to me, that luxury would be rudely snatched away from me in short order.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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