I leave my hamlet for the evening, a rare event, to meet some long time associates in nearby Town for an evening of beverage and feast. I find those who urinate in receptacle and depart cloakroom without attention to hand hygiene. Filthy heathens.
As an addendum, I am safely conveyed back to hamlet by Abdul taxi driver, from conversation has more affinity with ISIS than our own brainwashed PC resident, unwashed, subdued filth and £40 lighter.
Where have we gone wrong?