In yet another flash of recent toilet design craziness, the Kiwis now have somewhat of of a saucy nature on the brain. The latest comes from Wellington.
A competition was held between thirty designers from the Studio of Pacific Architecture to draw up plans for a prestigious waterfront public convenience. The winning crapper has been chosen and resembles one of Madonna's old pointy bras, with the nipples tastefully oriented out into the harbour.
The toilets have also been described as resembling fallopian tubes, bulging eyes, and the arse end of a crayfish. As usual the people are divided as to the tastefulness of this design; forty-six percent of those asked reckoned that cheaper bog-standard dunnies should be built instead.
Only thirty-one percent, it would appear, have a good sense of humour and are happy to have an erotic dumping ground on their waterfont, to serve as a beacon for the lonely sailors and fisherman heading back to land.
