Loo of the Year

Yesterday when Cunningham, Buff and I went shopping in Newcastle, we went into a plaza called 'The Gate', when we went to the toilet for our oddly synchronized peeing patterns (actually Buff had to do a Number 2) we noticed a sign on the wall, it read that the Toilets had been named 'Loo of the Year' for two years running. That's right, LOO OF THE YEAR. We were expecting to see something special, like bidets, or gold plated seats, but it was just your average toilet, save for the motion sensitive taps...
The funny thing was who judges the quality of toilets, and whoever that is, it must be a very sorry job. Going around England, seating on toilet seats and scribbling on a notepad. What are the criteria? Comfort of the seats, urinal heights? Size of mirror?
As William and I rested by the sinks and spoke to Buff who was in a cubicle, some people came in to use the facilities, they must have found it quite intimidating to see two men just relaxing and having a conversation in the toilet.
When one young man came inside to use the urinals, Buff started making funny noises from the cubicle, like he was pushing out a brick, the man tried to remain civil and not laugh, but the sounds became more like childbirth than toilet use. As he left the toilet, I asked "Buff, you alright in there?" the man couldn't help it, he laughed and left.
Yep, that's our adventure in toiletville. As we left we asked a cleaner who gives the awards for Loo of the Year...she had a confused look on her face. Enough said