As I mentioned earlier I did a lot of walking and camping in my younger days due to being in the cubs and then the scouts.
We never bothered with the chemical toilets unless we went to one of the more proper organized camps.
One such event was a weekend camp somewhere in southern Ayrshire. Lots of scout troops from all over Ayrshire were in attendance. A chemical toilet was mandatory, much to our annoyance.
We drew straws to see who got the job of setting it up. The wee tent for privacy and then the plastic bucket and the chemical stuff.
There was a running joke with who would have to use it first to âdrop the kids off at the poolâ. Fortunately it wasnât me, probably do the anti-diarrhoea tablets I was taking. I came prepared.
Finally a fellow scout had to take the plunge. Lets call him Billy. Billy returned rather quickly ranting and raving at the guy who had set up the toilet.
Turns out he had filled the toilet to the brim with the undiluted chemical stuff. You were supposed to dilute it. Billy had squatted down hoping to execute a quick dispatch. Unfortunately it splashed back covering his nads in the blue chemical.
Billyâs now running about concerned heâs going to be dyed blue for life or that the chemical would burn him.
Of course weâre all killing ourselves laughing.
On the last day I lost the drawing of straws to empty the bucket. I remember vividly as I emptied out the bucket into a farmers muck spreader ours was bright blue compared to the browny green sludge of everybody elses.