A visit to the bathroom has many pleasures. By that I mean, peace and quiet, and the opportunity to get some reading done. So I ask you all this… when on the toilet what is your choice of reading material? Do you have a stach of magazines, books or papers in there waiting, or are you a strict no reading kind of person?
Occasionally I will take in a book that I’m really involved in, but generally it’s a trashy mag so that I can just flick through. Normally one with celebrities and movies gossip. The ones in Oz are probably different to the ones the rest of the world gets, but usually ‘Who’, ‘New Weekly’, or ‘Good Reading’.
I’m another confessed bathroom reader. Usually a trade magazine or a newly arrived catalog is the literature of choice, yet I have taken numerous works of fiction and non-fiction to the loo with me, my philosophy being if you’re going to sit there, learn something.
I save up my comics for the crapper. Its nice, short, and not really intensive reading. I can usually get through one, sometimes two depending on how long I have to poo.
I have also been known to read trade magazines and the like. If all else fails I will read whatever happens to be next to the loo (i.e. Bottles, boxes, etc.)
I get the numb legs too. Bloody annoying. As for me, I usually keep some Calvin and Hobbes and Dave Barry books handy, though my copy of The Big Damn Book of Sheer Manliness is a regular. And if I’m reading a novel, it’ll usually travel with me.
I usually bring in whatever book I’m reading at the time. Currently, I’m reading God Emperor of Dune. It sucks because I can’t put it down until my legs start hurting. Damn you Frank Herbert!
I read anything from Maxim to Reader’s Digest to coffe-table books on the john. I also like to bring my discman in there and listen to tunes. I have also brought my practice pad in there and enjoyed the acoustic enviroment while working on my chops…I have heard someone describe this as ‘crapper-shedding’.
Oh – My friends dad had a rather nice 1/2 bathroom that he installed a bookshelf in a filled with 20 years of National Geographic. It was impressive; something I’d like to do someday.
I, too, read until the old thighs start to hurt and I can’t feel my feet. Choice of reading? We keep a magazine rack in our bathroom, so whatever happens to be there. For the last several months, I think it’s held The Chronicles of Narnia, some social work periodicals and therapy books belonging to the missus, and old Rolling Stone issues.
I got my wife to get me a subscription to the N.G. for my birthday to fulfil this exact purpose. I also tend to read Heat magazine, if she’s left one lying around.