In Adelaide, getting the fun into
Alcohol promotes more leaking, you silly duffers.
In the case of The Lion, its rest rooms are perfectly, frankly palatial, and spotless to match. But that was shut, and it's a fair stretch from The Bakery. Once our plumber was sufficiently busting to wander off down the street to find a discrete culvert, a police wagon pulled across and quietly followed him, waiting for him to commit the crime, at which point they booked him.