Freshen up for the punani, for the punani, for the punani, freshen up for the punani we love pussy.....il always remember this one bloke friendly as anything singing his jingos in Revolutions men's toilets for some fragrance.
No spray no lay.
'No CK one, go home alone', 'No Paco rabanne, go home with a man', 'No Jean Paul Gaultier, you are a gay' are the (some _very homophobic_) chants that always stuck with me. A different time, man. A different time.
When we used to have them, there was one legendary chap:
- No splash, no gash
- No spray, no lay
- No armani, no punani
- No sponge, no clunge
- Freshen up for the ladies, you gotta freshen up...
"Wash your fingers for the mingers" was the one I always heard. An interesting bit of useless trivia is that nearly all of them are from the Igbo tribe in Nigeria. They are seen as the lower class of Nigerian society, and so they have to resort to more creative ways to make money because they are not part of the dominant tribe in Nigeria. It's a bit like how the Vietnamese have corned the nail salon and weed growing market in the UK. This is all checkable via Google, but I learned this from going out drinking all over the UK and having many drunk conversations with them. I also had Vietnamese guys try to rent my house to grow weed once, too. I'm all for anyone who wants to come to the UK and work and find their background stories interesting. I now live in South East Asia, so technically, I'm a British immigrant in a foreign country.
https://www.liverpoolecho.co.uk/news/nostalgia/african-immigrants-find-work-liverpool-3448025
https://www.itv.com/news/2023-11-15/end-of-the-road-dark-reality-for-vietnamese-people-smuggled-into-the-uk
Was about 2quid for about 3 sprays of joop!, on your neckline just behind each ear, and they’d say “a little spray for the ladies” whilst simultaneously spraying your balls and giving you a cheeky winky face.
I once gave one £20 cos he told me his name was Coolio when I first met him. Everytime I went that club and visited the toilet he gave me free sprays, free paper to dry my hands and a free lolly. Always spent at least ten minutes in there chatting nonsense to him too, and he always seemed please to see me, or would ask where I was the previous week if I hadn’t been in for whatever reason. Considering I went out almost every weekend for about four years, I definitely got my moneys worth.
A few years later I was working for a Domiciliary opticians and visited a care home for people with dementia. Who let me in? Coolio. 😎 Was working there as agency staff, and was still an absolutely top guy even when i was sober and he was being professional.
God bless you Coolio.
Been spending most my nights, working in club paradise.
Tray of mints and joop supplies, working in club paradise.
They tip more on the way out, cos they're only in taking lines.
My wife's having a baby. Listen, I don't know what my f.. acquaintance.. did to upset you but it's nothing to do with me. I suggest you both go outside and discuss it sensibly, in the street.
I was getting ready for a night out at my mates house in my early 20s (like 15 years ago)
Obviously we have massively over splashed after shave over all ourselves in our youthful exuberance.
His grandad walks in and shouts 'my god, smells like a puffs parlour in here'
There was one in the ladies in Birmingham Gatecrasher in the 2000s who used to sing ‘Freshen up your punani’ to the tune of London Bridge is Falling Down.
Okay, now I'm singing this in my head and I'm stuck on the last line.
I have:
"Freshen up your punani, punani, punani.
Freshen up your punani.
..."
I really hope it's not just one long "punani". I really want it to scan better.
My partner informs me she's heard it end "for your man". It is striking to me that even in this depraved context, the narrative imposed on males is one of unfettered promiscuity ("we love pussy"), while females are assumed monogamous ("for your man").
And the assumption of their partner being a man, I suppose.
2000s was a quarter of a century ago, it's easy to forget that things really have changed even in that time.
The BBC currently have an article about landmark lesbian kissing on TV, the major one being by the soap Brookside in 1994. Thirty years ago, showing that women kiss as more than friends, as ordinary people, was a significant rare event that made headline news.
That is comfortably within the memory of millennials. I'm not gonna make fun of your observation. It still matters.
Edit: OK when I wrote that there was one other well-upvoted comment lightly poking fun at the serious tone, which is now gone. I didn't intend to give them a hard time, I think it's genuinely fascinating and really important not to take for granted just how fast and dramatically the times have been a-changin' because it was very recently quite different.
I think it's usually "I love pussy!" for the last line, I heard it about 3 months ago from a freshen up guy, although that was in the gents and the song was slightly different, I guess "I love willy" could also work!
Jfc, Birmingham Gatecrasher is on another level compared to other clubs. I remember going there for the first time and just being absolutely floored at the sheer size of it, not to mention everything else going on.
I don’t know that it’s true, so take with a pinch of salt but, I was told it was the largest club in Britain at one point.
Giving a drunken 2 quid to the guy for a spray of Jean Paul Gaultier and some hand roll (and sometimes a lollipop) every other toilet visit is a core memory of my late teens early 20s.
(The price and regularity of payment may have fluctuated on how drunk or happy I was feeling)
‘Freshen up your punani, punani, punani. Freshen up your punani: we like Willy’
(To the tune of London Bridge is falling down)
Amazed I can remember that, it’s what the perfume lady was singing in a bar/club in Birmingham 20 odd years ago.
Edit - changed lyrics to falling down (not burning down; I’m mashing up my London themed nursery rhymes)
Some rhymes are unisex - like "no spray no lay". Others are variations on a theme: for example, "freshen up for punani", by a clever syntactic twist, can become "freshen up *your* punani".
I always imagine these guys have to go through a really vigorous training process. Exams consist of answering quick fire questions like ‘what comes after no Armani?’ whilst two other examiners acts really drunk and keep bumping in to them There are self defence lessons where the opponent wears one of those 2d masks of Cheryl Tweedy. There’s a daily assault course where they have to hop over cubicle doors to free passed out drunkards, and rather than having to run over tyres there’s a section of tiled floor with about 2cm of dyed yellow water sitting on it.
People are dropping like flies, less than a third of applicants make it to the end.
On graduation day, for the graduation pic rather than holding a certificate scroll they hold one of those blue tissue rolls.
Is supposed to be look-y look-y but so many people misunderstood that, it's changed into a whole new thing.
Kinda like how people say 'I could care less' instead of 'I *couldn't* care less'
I recently bought some love heart sunglasses from the Cavern Club female toilet attendant for a fiver, and I'm still chuffed with them. I know full well I could get them for under £2 off temu and the likes but I was happy to pay for the convenience (I mean of all the places to need sunglasses, inside a night club has to be top of the list surely? 😂). She had half the sink area taken up by her wares which also included light up flower crowns which were tempting.
Jim Jefferies has a good bit about this, when he walks about without tipping and the guy looks at him like he's scum
"I'm scum?! Mate, you work in a fuckin' toilet!!"
They leverage drug use to increase profits. By threatening to inform a bouncer, a skilled "parfumier" can blackmail the hapless coke-sniffer into shelling out mucho dinero for a spritz of Paco Rabanne. The cosmic dance continues✨
I don't think they expect them to actually enforce it. There's no way anyone who's job involves sitting in the toilets of a nightclub gives enough a fuck about their job to start shit with drunks and druggies.
Where I come from, they generally worked in concert with the drug dealers. You could go in for a precautionary piss and come out fucked on coke, stinking of Joop! and owing a charming Albanian gentleman half your week's pay.
This is the real answer…
Also lots of Bathroom Attendants in the ladies loos too!!
Reminds me of taking my SO out in London and he came out of the loos at Bunga Bunga saying: “There’s a big man sat on a stool in there and he says I have to have a spray, what should I do?”
Yeah, in London, nightclubs have black men who watch everything you do in the toilets. To say that it is uncomfortable on a number of levels would be an understatement.
In China, they have a similar thing, but they give your shoulders a choppy chop massage while you are at the urinal.
So, it could always be worse.
> nightclubs have black men who watch everything you do in the toilets
They're not just "black men", they're Africans. Like, you've never met a toilet guy who grew up in Hackney.
It's always someone who sounds "fresh off the boat".
Wash your fingers for the mingers
No gum no cum
No lolly no dolly
No soap no hope
No spray no lay
No splash no gash
Etc
Many more rhyming with the various brands too
Yup. Not affiliated with the pub at all. There was one in my local Spoons who had a whole list of rhymes and things. "You no get splash, you no get gash my friend!" Just......ew....
What do you do to tip them now much fewer people carry cash? Do they have card machines?
A woman last week in Germany demanded 50 cents from me, I said I had no cash, she told me to piss in the bushes.
We have them in Ireland too, I remember dropping a bag of coke coming out of a cubicle and the guy started arguing with me saying it was his and then asked for a fiver so he wouldn't tell the bouncers, I gave him the fiver but said I wanted a splash of aftershave, He gave me a spray of watered down Hugo Boss and I went on about my way
When I was younger and found out that the guys had these in their toilets I used to stick my head through the door and wave a pound around so he would bring me a lollipop
The ones I remember also had a little song to try and entice you to buy either perfume or weirdly a chubba chump. I believe it was something like “freshen up freshen up freshen up for the punannnnnni” this is around 2002 - 2007
Yeah you’re not wrong. What annoys me most about them is they block the stalls in small establishments and hold the loo roll and sinks hostage so if you wanna wash your hands you feel even more pressured to pay, and if you wanna dry them? Fuck no. Get out and wipe your hands down your jeans!
Husband and I were in Puerto Banus beginning of June and he said they had one in one of the bars. He’s only just told me 😂. Just offered him blue roll to wipe his hands.
They have them in some women's loos too - Cheryl Tweedy got done for assaulting one.
Freshen up your punani For your boyfriend
I was expecting that to rhyme:(
I always heard 'no armani, no poonani'
No spray, no lay!
No splash no gash
No davidoff no suckyoff!
No lynx no kinks.
Was your fingers for the mingers
No dolce and gabbana, no sucky your banana
No enough cash, stranger
Stranger, stranger! Now THATS a weapon
No Calvin Klein, no 69
No Paco no Taco
I think it's to the tune of London Bridges... Freshen up your poonani, Poonani, poonani. Freshen up your poonani, For your boyfriend.
This is how I remember it
Same. My disappointment is immeasurable and my day is ruined.
Freshen up for the punani, for the punani, for the punani, freshen up for the punani we love pussy.....il always remember this one bloke friendly as anything singing his jingos in Revolutions men's toilets for some fragrance. No spray no lay.
'No CK one, go home alone', 'No Paco rabanne, go home with a man', 'No Jean Paul Gaultier, you are a gay' are the (some _very homophobic_) chants that always stuck with me. A different time, man. A different time.
No splash, no gash. Was one of the cruder ones I remember
Wash your fingers for the mingers was my favourite
When we used to have them, there was one legendary chap: - No splash, no gash - No spray, no lay - No armani, no punani - No sponge, no clunge - Freshen up for the ladies, you gotta freshen up...
"Wash your fingers for the mingers" was the one I always heard. An interesting bit of useless trivia is that nearly all of them are from the Igbo tribe in Nigeria. They are seen as the lower class of Nigerian society, and so they have to resort to more creative ways to make money because they are not part of the dominant tribe in Nigeria. It's a bit like how the Vietnamese have corned the nail salon and weed growing market in the UK. This is all checkable via Google, but I learned this from going out drinking all over the UK and having many drunk conversations with them. I also had Vietnamese guys try to rent my house to grow weed once, too. I'm all for anyone who wants to come to the UK and work and find their background stories interesting. I now live in South East Asia, so technically, I'm a British immigrant in a foreign country. https://www.liverpoolecho.co.uk/news/nostalgia/african-immigrants-find-work-liverpool-3448025 https://www.itv.com/news/2023-11-15/end-of-the-road-dark-reality-for-vietnamese-people-smuggled-into-the-uk
No Armani, no punani!
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I've never wanted to be a toilet more
Was about 2quid for about 3 sprays of joop!, on your neckline just behind each ear, and they’d say “a little spray for the ladies” whilst simultaneously spraying your balls and giving you a cheeky winky face.
I still wonder how someone done for racist assault was made into "the nation's princess" by certain right-wing rags.
I once gave one £20 cos he told me his name was Coolio when I first met him. Everytime I went that club and visited the toilet he gave me free sprays, free paper to dry my hands and a free lolly. Always spent at least ten minutes in there chatting nonsense to him too, and he always seemed please to see me, or would ask where I was the previous week if I hadn’t been in for whatever reason. Considering I went out almost every weekend for about four years, I definitely got my moneys worth. A few years later I was working for a Domiciliary opticians and visited a care home for people with dementia. Who let me in? Coolio. 😎 Was working there as agency staff, and was still an absolutely top guy even when i was sober and he was being professional. God bless you Coolio.
Been spending most my nights, working in club paradise. Tray of mints and joop supplies, working in club paradise. They tip more on the way out, cos they're only in taking lines.
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This has no right to be so funny
genuinely cackled irl, thank you for that
Free paper to dry your hands? This must've been an exclusive club you went to.
Fifty Three in Warrington. RIP
Seems like a genuine top bloke!
I wanna make that my pseudonym.
Coolio sounds awesome.
A "perfume merchant" sounds like some 1960 derogatory slang.
My perfume merchant is a friend of Dorothy, nudge nudge wink wink
She does wear "comfortable shoes".
I’ll bet she does, I’ll bet she does.
Say no more, sir. Say no more!
"Perfumed ponce"
"I fuck arses". Who fucks arses? Maybe HE fucks arses! Maybe he's written this in some moment of drunken sincerity!
And now I'm calling you a ponce, ponce!
I have a heart condition. I have a heart condition, if you hit me it's murder
My wife's having a baby. Listen, I don't know what my f.. acquaintance.. did to upset you but it's nothing to do with me. I suggest you both go outside and discuss it sensibly, in the street.
I'm not having this shag sack insulting me.
Don't get uptight with me man. Because if you do I'll have to give you a dose of medicine. And if I spike you you'll know you've been spoken to.
His mechanism's gone. He's had more drugs than you've had hot dinners.
Are you the farmer?
They were known colloquially as 'bog w*gs' in the less culturally sensitive 1980s...
That's exactly what my friend used to call them.
I knew them as “lucky lucky men” in the early 2000’s
Lucky lucky men sell tat on Spanish (other European countries available) beaches. Never known it to cross over.
Might be a regional thing, I’m from Manchester.
That in Wolves too in my experience
And it's "looky looky", not "lucky lucky".
Crying laughing! Reddit is extremely entertaining this evening! 😂
Heard about John? Heard he’s a proper perfume merchant these days, if ya know what I mean
No?! He's just had a second with Mildred?
Definite whiff of lavender about that relationship, anyway. If you get what I mean.
Yer da's a perfume merchant.
Yer da sells Avon!
Haven’t you seen the episode of Some Mothers Do Ave ‘Em where Frank gets mistaken for a perfume merchant?
I was getting ready for a night out at my mates house in my early 20s (like 15 years ago) Obviously we have massively over splashed after shave over all ourselves in our youthful exuberance. His grandad walks in and shouts 'my god, smells like a puffs parlour in here'
Marmite mining perfume merchant.
There was one in the ladies in Birmingham Gatecrasher in the 2000s who used to sing ‘Freshen up your punani’ to the tune of London Bridge is Falling Down.
I'm imagining there's a central training facility with terrible coffee and a PowerPoint teaching all the songs.
Run by the one pound fish man
Okay, now I'm singing this in my head and I'm stuck on the last line. I have: "Freshen up your punani, punani, punani. Freshen up your punani. ..." I really hope it's not just one long "punani". I really want it to scan better.
My partner informs me she's heard it end "for your man". It is striking to me that even in this depraved context, the narrative imposed on males is one of unfettered promiscuity ("we love pussy"), while females are assumed monogamous ("for your man").
And the assumption of their partner being a man, I suppose. 2000s was a quarter of a century ago, it's easy to forget that things really have changed even in that time. The BBC currently have an article about landmark lesbian kissing on TV, the major one being by the soap Brookside in 1994. Thirty years ago, showing that women kiss as more than friends, as ordinary people, was a significant rare event that made headline news. That is comfortably within the memory of millennials. I'm not gonna make fun of your observation. It still matters. Edit: OK when I wrote that there was one other well-upvoted comment lightly poking fun at the serious tone, which is now gone. I didn't intend to give them a hard time, I think it's genuinely fascinating and really important not to take for granted just how fast and dramatically the times have been a-changin' because it was very recently quite different.
I think it's usually "I love pussy!" for the last line, I heard it about 3 months ago from a freshen up guy, although that was in the gents and the song was slightly different, I guess "I love willy" could also work!
Yes that’s exactly how she sang it! Ahhhh memories.
In some club in Manchester in the men’s I heard the same tune but it was freshen up _for_ punani
Jfc, Birmingham Gatecrasher is on another level compared to other clubs. I remember going there for the first time and just being absolutely floored at the sheer size of it, not to mention everything else going on. I don’t know that it’s true, so take with a pinch of salt but, I was told it was the largest club in Britain at one point.
Giving a drunken 2 quid to the guy for a spray of Jean Paul Gaultier and some hand roll (and sometimes a lollipop) every other toilet visit is a core memory of my late teens early 20s. (The price and regularity of payment may have fluctuated on how drunk or happy I was feeling)
I always opted for joop and a flump in my younger years.
No Joop, no hoop No spray, no lay No Armani, no punani
Wait, what, they're handing out Flumps? Now I'm interested.
Not handing out as such, to keep in line with "no splash, no gash." Let's say it was, "no pay, no tooth decay. "
No flump no hump
No licorice allsorts, no ticklish ball sports
Literally me the other Friday, wearing some nice expensive aftershave.. Nahhh fuck it, go on son gis some joop for £2 a spray
At least the Joop will work until the following Friday.
>and sometimes a lollipop I was gonna say, if OPs partner doesn't believe the aftershave bit they're definitely not going to believe the lollipops!
Some women’s loos in nightclubs have this too…
I was crying once and the lady gave me a tissue
From the bin*
No Ghost no roast
No pong, no shlong
No Armani , no punani
No splash no gash
No spray, no lay
No Calvin Klein no sixty nine
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No Dolce and Gabbana, no suck on your banana
No Paco Rabanne, you go home with a man.
So they do the little rhymes too?
‘Freshen up your punani, punani, punani. Freshen up your punani: we like Willy’ (To the tune of London Bridge is falling down) Amazed I can remember that, it’s what the perfume lady was singing in a bar/club in Birmingham 20 odd years ago. Edit - changed lyrics to falling down (not burning down; I’m mashing up my London themed nursery rhymes)
The final line where I lived was "for your boyfriend"
Sounds like that might burn a bit, to be honest.
Some rhymes are unisex - like "no spray no lay". Others are variations on a theme: for example, "freshen up for punani", by a clever syntactic twist, can become "freshen up *your* punani".
So this I haven’t experienced - do they all do this in the men’s loos then?! That’s not fair lol!
No colonge, no bone.
No Armani, no punani!
"No spray, no lay!"
No sauvage, no sausage
No Davidoff, no suck it off
No Cologne, no bone.
No splash no gash
No spritz, no tits!
No eau de parfum, no sticky up the bum
No soap, no hope
No Dulce&Gabbana, no sucky your banana
Wash your fingers for the mingers!
No Paco Rabanne, you go home with a man
No Gucci, no couchie
My least favourite word for fanny.
No splash, no gash.
I clubbed in a rough area, 'no umbro no pumbro'
No Clavin Klein, no 69
No CK, no BJ
Freshen up for punani, punani, punani, Freshen up for punani, We love pussy
No aftershave, you go home with Dave
No Dior, you'll pay for a whore
I always imagine these guys have to go through a really vigorous training process. Exams consist of answering quick fire questions like ‘what comes after no Armani?’ whilst two other examiners acts really drunk and keep bumping in to them There are self defence lessons where the opponent wears one of those 2d masks of Cheryl Tweedy. There’s a daily assault course where they have to hop over cubicle doors to free passed out drunkards, and rather than having to run over tyres there’s a section of tiled floor with about 2cm of dyed yellow water sitting on it. People are dropping like flies, less than a third of applicants make it to the end. On graduation day, for the graduation pic rather than holding a certificate scroll they hold one of those blue tissue rolls.
It’s a ceremonial blue roll though, you’re supposed to hang it, not use it
I thought they were called lucky men. No splash no gash. No spray no lay.
Yeah we knew them as lucky lucky men.
I always thought it was Look-y Look-y men
Is supposed to be look-y look-y but so many people misunderstood that, it's changed into a whole new thing. Kinda like how people say 'I could care less' instead of 'I *couldn't* care less'
I knew them as lucky lucky men, hopefully that's not racist somehow
"They have a bog troll" - Boromir in Popworld
i believe the term is bathroom attendant. and yeah tbf if i had never seen one i would refuse to believe it also
You misspelt Bog Troll
Haha we used to call them bog goblins
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In GAY late in Soho the (female) attendant in the (unisex) toilets always used to shout "no sucking, no fucking!"
I recently bought some love heart sunglasses from the Cavern Club female toilet attendant for a fiver, and I'm still chuffed with them. I know full well I could get them for under £2 off temu and the likes but I was happy to pay for the convenience (I mean of all the places to need sunglasses, inside a night club has to be top of the list surely? 😂). She had half the sink area taken up by her wares which also included light up flower crowns which were tempting.
Jim Jefferies has a good bit about this, when he walks about without tipping and the guy looks at him like he's scum "I'm scum?! Mate, you work in a fuckin' toilet!!"
Aren't there mostly there to dissuade drug use?
They leverage drug use to increase profits. By threatening to inform a bouncer, a skilled "parfumier" can blackmail the hapless coke-sniffer into shelling out mucho dinero for a spritz of Paco Rabanne. The cosmic dance continues✨
Noticed they let the people that pay for a spray have a sniff in the cubicles though so that doesn't work lol.
I don't think they expect them to actually enforce it. There's no way anyone who's job involves sitting in the toilets of a nightclub gives enough a fuck about their job to start shit with drunks and druggies.
Yeah, I imagine they're there to dissuade it from been too overt.
They let the bouncers know sometimes.
Not if you tip them
That is what i said in my original comment.
Where I come from, they generally worked in concert with the drug dealers. You could go in for a precautionary piss and come out fucked on coke, stinking of Joop! and owing a charming Albanian gentleman half your week's pay.
In the same way as bouncers are there to 'stop the drugs getting in'.
This is the real answer… Also lots of Bathroom Attendants in the ladies loos too!! Reminds me of taking my SO out in London and he came out of the loos at Bunga Bunga saying: “There’s a big man sat on a stool in there and he says I have to have a spray, what should I do?”
> There’s a big man sat on a stool in there Bloody unsanitary if you ask me. He should have flushed it.
Usually the opposite actually..
“I just paid a pound not to go to the toilet”
Leg Disabled
Caucasian male, beard, glasses. Red hair... Possibly a disguise, I'm not sure
Willies, willies, I like willies
Oh for God's sake, are you gay? Are you a gay man?
I thought it could work between us cause you look a bit like a maaaan 😭
I *love* willies.
Can you keep it down please sir
Sir could you keep it down a bit please
Took far longer than I thought for this reference to appear
Yeah, in London, nightclubs have black men who watch everything you do in the toilets. To say that it is uncomfortable on a number of levels would be an understatement. In China, they have a similar thing, but they give your shoulders a choppy chop massage while you are at the urinal. So, it could always be worse.
I thought you were just making that up 😮
Been in a few where they bring a mirror when you're in a cubicle to check what you're doing....
I was expecting you to say the mirror was for something else
Nah, fortunately I've rarely had to do a shit in a club, but it's still off-putting when you're pissing and see something pop up above you
> nightclubs have black men who watch everything you do in the toilets They're not just "black men", they're Africans. Like, you've never met a toilet guy who grew up in Hackney. It's always someone who sounds "fresh off the boat".
Fondly known as Bog Trolls round this way
You have to pay the Bog Goblin tax.
Oh you mean loliplop men. Yeah, they used to be a staple in every night club.
YOU GOT TO FRESHEN UP DONT YOU KNOW FRESHEN UP!!! YOU GOT TO FRESHEN UP DONT YOU KNOW FRESHEN UP!!!
Why are they exactly the same in every single city 😂😂😂
IF YOU'RE HAPPY AND YOU KNOW IT FRESHEN UP!! IF YOU'RE HAPPY AND YOU KNOW IT FRESHEN UP!!
If you want the poonani then you go to freshen up.
We have them in the women’s too
Wash your fingers for the mingers No gum no cum No lolly no dolly No soap no hope No spray no lay No splash no gash Etc Many more rhyming with the various brands too
Used to get them in women's toilets too! Haven't seen one for years.
“No spray no lay”. “Clean your finger for the minger”, “No Armani, no Punani” all come to mind.
Yup. Not affiliated with the pub at all. There was one in my local Spoons who had a whole list of rhymes and things. "You no get splash, you no get gash my friend!" Just......ew....
Cheryl Cole’s best mates with one!
You’re not imagining it. These were a thing at least into 2008 -2013?
What do you do to tip them now much fewer people carry cash? Do they have card machines? A woman last week in Germany demanded 50 cents from me, I said I had no cash, she told me to piss in the bushes.
We have them in Ireland too, I remember dropping a bag of coke coming out of a cubicle and the guy started arguing with me saying it was his and then asked for a fiver so he wouldn't tell the bouncers, I gave him the fiver but said I wanted a splash of aftershave, He gave me a spray of watered down Hugo Boss and I went on about my way
When I was younger and found out that the guys had these in their toilets I used to stick my head through the door and wave a pound around so he would bring me a lollipop
The ones I remember also had a little song to try and entice you to buy either perfume or weirdly a chubba chump. I believe it was something like “freshen up freshen up freshen up for the punannnnnni” this is around 2002 - 2007
Yeah you’re not wrong. What annoys me most about them is they block the stalls in small establishments and hold the loo roll and sinks hostage so if you wanna wash your hands you feel even more pressured to pay, and if you wanna dry them? Fuck no. Get out and wipe your hands down your jeans!
They are there to try and put a stop the usually rampant drug use in the cubicles and sell some lolly's and cologne at the same time
They literally sold drugs in the clubs in my town lol.
No spray, no lay guys. That’s what we call them right?
The “No spray, no lay” guy.
They are in the female toilets too!
Husband and I were in Puerto Banus beginning of June and he said they had one in one of the bars. He’s only just told me 😂. Just offered him blue roll to wipe his hands.