Izal?? That would have been LUXURY compared to having to pull off the squares of newspaper hanging on the hook behind the door. By the way, ours was like the black hole of Calcutta with one tiny window above head height covered in years of muck and cobwebs so, once the door was closed, you just couldn't see what you were doing in there. I'm talking about our backyard at the bottom of Cemetery Road which served four houses. The top two used one toilet, and the bottom two the other. It's hard to imagine that these days. I wish I had photograph of it, other than the one burned into my memory. It was quite an upgrade when the two dustbin sheds were converted into toilets so that each house now had its own facility, complete with a proper flushing system and even a bit of light coming in from the part glazed door. It was almost a pleasure going out in the snow to use that
Izal. Luxury. Should not be used in the same sentence. I'd rather have print all over my arse. Than 5hit spread all over. A bleedin trowel would have done a better job. We used to fight over the pictures of Maggie.
Who in their right mind thought that IZAL, which was effectively tracing paper was a good paper for cleaning ones arse?
In my first year at Bristol Poly the student newspaper was called IZAL after said lavatory paper the IZAL strapline was included under the banner "now wash your hands". It was very good tracing paper though. It was produced by a South Yorkshire company.
In Chapeltown. We used to go past the factory on the bus as kids, on the way to Chapeltown swimming baths - when we fancied a change from Race Street. 4p on the Trackie bus.
I imagine it was Izal that got the contract to supply the MOD with toilet rolls. When I joined the RAF in 1970 we had the pleasure of using the shiny stuff and every square of paper had Government Property printed on it. As if anyone would want to steal them…..
Working at British Tissues for 10 years meant we only used the best Dixcel for that time My grandads place at West Melton had an outside toilet like the OP , newspaper but no bloomin light in the loo, so it was over the cobbles into a freezing loo and back out as quick as possible. But we were happy
I played footie against a Dixcel Tissues team in the Sheffield Works Minor League. The where a rough lot (unlike the toilet rolls), I finished up with a broken nose from an elbow in the face.