It’s not often I get to review men’s toilets. Swanning into the men’s room with a camera and asking the chaps at the urinal to smile would probably land me in an uncomfortable situation. But, hell, maybe if I were drunk…
If you walk around The Rocks, up past the various over-priced but really very pleasant pubs, right up until you’re under the Sydney Harbour Bridge itself, you’ll find this curious landmark.
Some schoolboys who were walking past when I was taking the photo asked what I was taking a photo of. “It’s a toilet,” I said. They were amazed.
The Sydney Architecture website tells me that it is a 19th century cast iron urinal. The building is doorless and holds two side-by-side urinals of reasonable cleanliness. My friend took a piss in one and it seemed to perform its function adequately.
I notice, actually, that there’s only one cistern for both urinals. That seems a dreadful waste of water. But then – I don’t reckon these loos get used all that often.
