I’ve bailed twice in the last few days at buying a toilet brush. I think it’s as embarrassing and lurid a thing to buy as it gets. ‘Yeah for those messy dumps I’ve been taking lately, thanks’. I hid it under a towel in my basket while I was browsing then ditched it at the last minute before heading down to the checkout. I remember when I worked on a checkout a guy in his 60s bought a porn magazine from me tucked inside his Sunday newspaper. That felt fine, I felt no disgust. I think I felt warm towards him. There’s no convention, when you’re buying a toilet brush, for letting the person know you’re ashamed and yet I badly want that. Also, men’s urinals, get rid of them, immediately.