Busaba eathai – Wardour Street, W1
Posted in London on May 24th, 2003 by hotwaterThis loo is posessed.
There was something wrong in the busaba eathai loo the day I was there. The automatic faucets in the sink were turning on and off of their own accord, shooting irregular bursts of water into the too general direction of the basin and when I arrived a woman in her 30’s was cringing in the corner.
“This loo’s crazy,” she muttered as I tried the first stall.
The door was extremely heavy and at first I thought the stall was occupied. I persisted, however, and slowly the door opened.
Wide-eyed, the woman said “Blimey[sic], I thought they were all full…for so… long…”
I had to switch to another stall, this time with paper, and rushed to get out of the tomb-like space as fast as possible. When I came out, the faucets were silent. There was plenty of soap and the rest of my loo experience was uneventful. As I mounted the stairs back to my pumpkin curry, I could hear a man’s surprised exclamation and a woman’s apologetic panic. The ladies’ is the first door on the left.