Those who know me know that I am a serial language learner. I am, however, fluent in none but English, unless I am drunk, then I am totally fluent in Russian and, previously, Japanese. (But strangely, when I’m drunk, the one language I’m not fluent in, is English).
One language that I started to learn and just didn’t get, was Spanish. Don’t know why, it just didn’t really stick, so I quit before the course finished.
And the language I am currently learning is French. Classes are held at the university, and during the break in my first class, I ventured into the toilets. While I was sitting on the loo, I read the back of the toilet door. Fond memories of my five years at QUT came flooding back to me: I reminisced about how I used to go to one particular cubicle in the ladies refectory toilets, because the graffiti on the back of the door was just out of control funny. It was so memorable that I can’t remember what it actually said, but it was humorous. Or maybe I’d just drunk too much beer at the pub.
Anyhoo, my French classes have reminded me of this other type of toilet humour.
Here are some of the stickers, comments and ads on the back of the door at Charles Darwin University (not as entertaining as QUT days, but hey, there’s only about 400 people on campus up here per day, so one can’t expect much):